"Auntie, Second Brother Yanbin instructed Yanyuan to meet with Su Ruoyao every day. It's already past the hour of the Monkey, and Su Ruoyao still hasn't arrived. Yanyuan thinks that, according to proper etiquette, he should go to Xing Hall himself to pay his respects to Sister-in-law and, while he's there, see Su Ruoyao," Cheng Yanyuan said.
In the end, his gaze fell on Mu Qinghan, the Young Master of Qingmang Ridge. Something seemed to cross his mind, and a trace of melancholy flickered in his eyes.
Shangwu hadn't answered yet. He was just watching Fifth Mo, thinking, Would Wusheng really surrender because he couldn't hold out? He didn't know. All he could do was follow Fifth Mo and give it a try.
It was Ye Ge's second time here. He glanced around casually. It was so dark that he could barely make out even his own shadow.
Zhang Yunze clung to Tim like a piece of chewing gum, making Tim feel a little uncomfortable. Zhang was just like those NBA defensive stalwarts, wrapping himself around you. He didn't even try to take the ball; he just made sure you couldn't get comfortable.
"Is this the Wenlin Tribe? Why are there rocks everywhere?" Ye Ge asked Mei Zhaoling as he took in the scenery before him.
The Chinese Team with Zhang Yunze on the court was an entirely different team from the one without him—one was a lion prowling the African Savannah, while the other was nothing but a sick cat with its fangs pulled.
Zhuge Yidao suffered a fierce backlash. His blade's momentum reversed, and with a bang, his body hurtled backward beyond his control, crashing into a door.
They said the best way to kill someone was to destroy them inside. Tang Lin's words dragged the conversation back