A magical artifact capable of storing life was not something humans could forge; even gods would struggle to make one.
Everyone chimed in at once to express their feelings. Black lines formed across Yun Duoduo's forehead. What are they all thinking? She hurriedly spoke up—if she did not, she would be getting plastic surgery next.
The attendant standing beside him remained expressionless, but the ministers' expressions were far more colorful. Quite a few of them were whispering among themselves.
Thus, the Mo Clan had always lived at the border, because the generals there treated them well.
"Can the Queen's dancing possibly be anything but beautiful?" Murong Feiming raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze calm and unruffled.
Back then, he had known how stubborn she was. If she had learned that he had done something for her older sister, she would certainly have waited without complaint or regret. He simply did not want her to wait, which was why he had pushed her away so cruelly.
Lin Yuan'ai subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and push open the door, but when his hand touched the handle, he suddenly lowered it.
He actually wanted to go to the hospital and personally bring Lin Shenshen a meal, but he did not quite know how to face the awakened Lin Shenshen.
"Mo Manor certainly won't be quiet tonight. It'll disturb your husband's work." He did not want such a fine opportunity to be interrupted.
Spells suddenly appeared in Yuan Ling's hands. After a flash of golden light, the formation on the ground was activated, spinning without stop, as though something major was about to happen.
With a younger sister like Mu Xi, the family's beloved treasure, they all doted on her. As long as she did not become spoiled and willful,