Whoever dares hurt you, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will bite a chunk of flesh off them, even if we have to exhaust everything we have.
Ning Rongrong silently swore a solemn oath in her heart.
Meanwhile, inside the purple-and-gold carriage ahead.
Bibi Dong reclined languidly against a brocade cushion, reading the Diary that appeared in her mind. A complicated expression flickered across her cold, proud face.
Home?
For a few women, he was actually so grief-stricken that he would even swear a deadly oath to fight to the bitter end.
Bibi Dong gave an extremely soft snort. What laughable mortal feelings.
In this world, only supreme power held in one's own hands is eternal. This so-called home is nothing more than a sandcastle that the strong can crush at any moment.
She tried to armor herself with this layer of icy mockery.
Yet when she read the words, "If anyone wants to touch a single hair on my women's heads, they'll have to step over my, Xiong Shaoqing's, corpse," her fingers around her scepter still tightened slightly beyond her control.
A pang of bitterness that even she found absurd, together with a secret longing, grew wildly in her heart.
If, back then, outside that sunless secret chamber, there had also been a man willing to say, "Step over my corpse," for me, how could I have fallen into this dark abyss beyond all redemption?
Bibi Dong abruptly closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing those feelings.
Xiong Shaoqing... let me see whether this so-called absolute protectiveness of yours can remain unyielding to the end once you reach my Spirit Hall.
Meanwhile, thousands of li away in Heaven Dou Imperial City.
Qian Renxue was reviewing memorials when the vermilion brush in her hand suddenly stopped. A glaring drop of cinnabar fell