"Son, that big guy..."
Mait crouched in the Badlands with his elderly father, his face cold. His father was even shivering-the nighttime temperatures in the Badlands were very low, and it was winter now. Every year, Nomads who lost their supplies froze to death in winter.
But Mait's father only felt that the trembling in his heart was more unbearable than the cold weather.
Mait had no intention of speaking to his father at all. Instead, he was more focused on that enormous mushroom cloud.
Mu H anchen simply stared at her like that, his large eyes bright and shining, his heart beating harder and harder.
Suddenly, the talisman beside the bed flew up. Lin Guo hastily dressed his wound and glanced at the talisman. It was a Voice Transmission Talisman; someone had probably contacted the wrong person. Lin Guo then continued dressing his wound, but the talisman kept ringing. Who knows whose Daoist acolyte is playing pranks, staying up in the middle of the night sending talismans at random? Let me teach him a proper lesson.
Whenever she was bored at Fushen Palace, a beautiful youth dressed in white, with wings of blue flame, would sneak over to keep her company and relieve her boredom.
"I'll give it to you at dinner." Seeing Yu Yao's pained look and how close she was to going mad, Sheng Chengyu gently added.
Bo Huan wondered whether they would rather watch Mu H anchen be beaten to death than step in to stop it.
The two had not gone deep into the woods, so after only a few steps back, they could already hear the murmuring stream. A few trees farther on, they could see the water shimmering in the moonlight.
Pei Yan snorted coldly, returned to the bedroom, lifted the covers, and