Su Tian was especially pleased to see this. He was teachable after all. But Feng Cheng paid Fuliu no attention.
"Xiaoyao, what do you think we should do?" Demon Lord Guangmu asked the somewhat dispirited Demon Lord Xiaoyao beside him, with a mixture of concern and disdain. He did not want someone with no fighting spirit accompanying him to take revenge, even if they had once faced life and death together.
Now, he rather regretted it. The light was too strong, and he feared it might be bad for Su Tian's eyes.
Since it was a weapon, she had to forge the ring herself, which required some cutting and polishing tools.
Chu Yunqing took a deep breath. After night fell, the lamp on the table flickered, but Feng Jinyan's letter for the day still had not arrived, making her all the more worried.
Luo Yi turned over, unable to sleep. The sound grew clearer and clearer, until she gradually made out that it was a baby crying. It was not far away at all, but very close, seemingly right below the inn.
After going downstairs at a leisurely pace, they found their mother sitting on the sofa, cracking melon seeds and watching television. She fed all the shelled seeds to Wangzai, who was curled up on her lap.
Huo Yubai smiled and raised her hand to rub her son's head. She was actually very grateful to Si Jingmo. He had let Qiqi experience a father's love.
"I later heard from my mentor that she seemed to be Yue Shenli, the controller of Silvermoon Gate No. 33," Meng Chi said mildly, watching Qiong Ya closely for his reaction.
"Master." The low, hoarse voice came from Ding Yue, who lay amid the rubble. Hearing him, the man lowered his head and looked