"What do you mean, 'no wonder'?!" Zhan Luoya's delicate brows drew together. Although the girl was not a cultivator, her hearing rivaled that of an ordinary cultivator.
So she was not merely going away for a while, as she had claimed. Had she made up her mind to distance herself from him and leave him for good?
Looking down, Ye Fan saw that Leng Aotian's face was deathly pale, his eyes wide open and utterly unblinking. Ye Fan cried out, "Leng Aotian! Leng Aotian..." He called more than a dozen times, but Leng Aotian gave no response, making Ye Fan even more anxious.
In Chen Rong's courtyard, the servants had been idling about in their mistress's absence. When they suddenly saw her return, their faces lit up with delight. They swarmed around her, asking questions.
They were now so close that each could clearly feel the other's breath, warm and a little embarrassing.
On the way back to the Nangong Family with Kim So-yeon, Jiang Chengce remained silent, his face clouded with melancholy. This could not help but draw her attention.
Lin Yi was not sobbing her heart out or wailing hysterically. Instead, she lay slumped there, unable even to cry, like a pool of stagnant water waiting to evaporate beneath the scorching sun.
The sixteen Supreme Geniuses unlocked their handcuffs and leg irons with the key, returned it to Long Qingchen, and made their request.
Gu Chen raised his hand and gently removed the right hand that had landed on his right shoulder and stubbornly remained there, then spoke with a chuckle.
Before Feng Yimo could react, Meteor, who wore Ran Luoxue's appearance, extended a wrist toward him.
After a long spell of distraction, Li Shimin spoke. If he had been worried about tomorrow's remonstrance before, there was no