Whenever Gu Mingyi was involved, Mo Junye seemed to lose his usual calm, and every word he said struck straight at Chu Xiao's weak spot.
Hearing my words, Wang Haoran nodded, then loudly relayed them to the leaders of the three major criminal powers.
The man looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He had neat short hair, deeply sculpted features, and sharp, chiseled facial lines. In particular, his obsidian-dark eyes carried a gentle warmth.
It had been around ten days since they had parted ways with Ling Xuanzi and the others. During that time, they had not encountered many other powerful experts. The occasional ones they did see generally kept their distance as well. No one had figured out the situation here yet, so no one wanted to make a rash move.
Shen Xiuzhe sneered and reached out to pinch me. I recoiled in pain, but Shen Xiuzhe pressed me down, bit my lips again, and said,
The Empress Dowager was, after all, a veteran who had emerged from the battlefield of the inner palace. She understood what mattered most. The current situation still required him, and besides, his prestige in the army was now at its peak. He could not be touched.
This was a thorn in Tao Yi's heart. One day, he would personally pull it out. But now... the time had not yet come.
Qingyi held a cup of water, drawing warmth from its surface with her palms. Her beautiful eyes were lowered as she spoke softly.
Before anyone knew it, her high heel slipped, and Tao Yi's body tilted backward. A large hand reached out and caught her around the waist.
Mingyi walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. Looking at the night outside, she tried hard to suppress the bitterness in her heart. But as