Leopard Head in a Mixed Style

The two cultivators seemed to have come specifically for Mo Xiang. They surrounded Mo Xiang and began attacking.

As he spoke, Murong Yi suddenly struck at King Chujiang, Murong Qing! Murong Qing was horrified and immediately grabbed Murong Zhaoyu, who was still standing dumbly to one side, and threw him at Murong Zhaoran.

The back of Tang Qian's head was suddenly clasped, and she felt dizzy. His kiss was even wilder and more domineering than it had been days ago, his tongue forcing its way in, giving her no chance to catch her breath, resist, or regret it.

"See? I knew that bastard must have tricked Senior Sister out and done that with her. Hurry up and find evidence!" Wu Fei shouted as he pinned Ouyang to Zhang Peng's bed.

"There's no one at home except the butler. Grandpa hasn't come back yet," Lucy answered truthfully.

"I thought you were different from your parents. So you also want me to leave your eldest brother. Is this what they call courtesy before force?" Tang Qian's emotions, which had only just calmed down, immediately fell into chaos again—more chaotic than ever.

The communication token was now in Ye Feng's hands, and everyone immediately believed it somewhat. Huang Yao's expression turned even uglier because of it.

The Su Sect had been a powerful sect for all these years. How could they simply abandon the foundation their ancestors had left behind? Would that not leave them too ashamed to face their forebears?

"Brother Le, why are you here? Don't tell me it's because of..." Bai Mingtang trailed off. Everyone had seen Le Tian and Luo Yiyi relying on each other in the Eastern Continent. Later, they heard that Le Tian had saved Luo Yiyi's life, and that Luo had wanted to offer herself to