There were not many people in the business class cabin of the night flight. Duan Yan sat beside Xiu Na, took an eye patch from her bag and put it on, then pulled the mask resting under her chin up until it covered the bridge of her nose. This was one reliable way for them to protect an artist's image during brief rests on a plane.
"We will follow you forever and never betray you." Everyone moved in unison and spoke with one voice. Their voices were not grand or stirring, yet they were exceptionally loyal.
Chu Chen was unfamiliar with the distribution of forces in the Wind Spirit Realm, and he had no idea how strong the Ye Family Su Xinruo had mentioned was.
"We've been shopping for so long that we're tired. Why not rest for a while first?" Imperial Concubine Yun emerged from the side at some point and said.
Of course, Chen Qian, who had already listened to the old man tell stories of the past beside the towering pile of bones countless times, let his rambling go in one ear and out the other.
Pin Can led two other palace servants in forcing her to kneel on the ground. She struggled without stopping, her mouth full of curses. If curses worked, she would probably have died thousands, even tens of thousands, of times already.
He had heard his father say that advanced alchemists were, on average, over thirty years old. Yet this youth, who was about the same age as him, was already an advanced alchemist. It was simply unimaginable.
Mr. Mo stared into the distance, greedily breathing in the sweet, delicious scent in the air. Even when Captain Enge dragged him out of the car and threw him to the ground, he did not