"My mother has already returned to the palace. You should go back to sleep too. It's so cold tonight. Don't catch a chill," she continued.
"Darkness." Shen Yaxi gazed in surprise at the ball of spiritual energy in midair, then looked with some astonishment at Young Master An Yu. This man actually practiced darkness-type Ancient Martial Arts. His innate darkness was far more concentrated than hers, which had been converted partway through.
Lei Tian frowned. There was something strange about this fellow's spiritual energy. With a thought, the spiritual energy in his meridians suddenly surged toward the uninvited guest.
Li Ye had never expected Song Wei to drain the pond to catch the fish, wantonly exploiting and squeezing the people of Laizhou and Dengzhou for a little grain. Such shortsighted behavior had been entirely beyond his expectations.
"Your other choice is not to participate. You can simply watch the battle from the sidelines and choose another trial!" That deep, resonant voice rang out in Lei Yu's sea of consciousness.
Esports was no battlefield of life and death, so relations between the War Gate and the other teams were not particularly strained. Generally speaking, apart from going hard on one another during matches and training, they got along quite harmoniously.
"Feng. Let's not sleep tonight." Linghu Yixue stepped forward and hugged Ye Feng from behind.
"Is that so?" Yun Xiao gazed at the steward's slightly bowed figure. His deep eyes were like unfathomable pools, making it impossible to see through his intricate thoughts. Talking to him felt mentally exhausting.
Duan Jinrong gave a cold shout. Even though he knew perfectly well that the boy before him was playing around, he could not help wanting to protect him at that very moment.
"Misha," Jinse said flatly, pulling her hand out of Ming