"Wuwuwuwuwu!"
Gray felt the cage on her belt shake violently, but Add, in his scythe form after his first-stage release, did not fall into her hand. Instead, a strange sound came from within.
"Ah, sorry, I forgot."
Gray hurriedly opened the cage, took Add out, and flipped open a special clasp over his "mouth."
"Damn Morgan!" The mouth of the Mystic Code Add finally opened, and reporters who knew Wan Qi understood that the last part of what she had just said was what had angered her. Wan Qi had always been tolerant enough when it came to her own affairs—or rather, she simply disregarded them. But she did not want herself to cause trouble for others, especially those who had shown her kindness.
At the same time, the dozens of experts from the Divine Thieves Sect around them were swept away by the tidal surge of law spiritual power. One after another, they spat blood and lay on the ground, groaning in agony.
Everything one could need was available in the high-end hospital ward. It was no worse than a hotel; aside from the lack of freedom, everything was excellent.
"I twisted my ankle. It hurts so much!" Yingying sat on the steps, gripping her leg tightly. She did not dare touch the sprained spot; it hurt even more when she moved it.
In terms of family background, the Liu family had long since fallen from grace. Several dozen members of the family had been exiled to the northwestern frontier, while the Yang family was one of the renowned founding families of Northern Tang.
After He Silang finished reading the documents, he checked the time and saw that mealtime had already passed. He had told the kitchen staff to save him a portion, planning to go later. Now that