Kitten A
A rare look of embarrassment appeared on Tuoba Tao’s face. As the saying goes, an emperor’s words are never made in jest; once spoken, they cannot be taken back. Although he wasn’t emperor when he made that promise, he was now.
Dan Jun clenched his teeth with heroic resolve, but when he saw the wild wolf landing atop the chandelier, he unexpectedly smiled.
The fall of a single kite could be dismissed as a coincidence, but the fall of two made it impossible to explain away.
Dan Hangyan glanced over, immediately gathered everything from the table, ensured nothing incriminating remained, and only then went to open the door.
Zhong Sanshi stood at the entrance of the village, watching his son leave. When he turned back, he saw his wife sobbing uncontrollably; his heart felt sour, and he gently led her home.
Gao Shu himself was indeed a genius, his vision far surpassing those abyssal creatures who spent their days fighting and sleeping online. His talents were exceptional, and his influence visibly expanded, bringing increasingly precious materials to Luo Ye. Meanwhile, Gao Shu’s own strength grew steadily.
The second manager, who had only recently regained her slender figure and beauty, could hardly bear to recall her former self. Upon hearing the words, her face turned pale.
“I’ll do it,” Yan Xueyi, seeming to know what she intended, took out a fire starter and went outside to light a fire.
Hu Lanhua didn’t notice Zhong Xiwang’s choice of words; he’d said he hadn’t danced, not that he couldn’t. So, she naturally assumed Zhong Xiwang was incapable of dancing.
Originally, they’d promised the princess to send a message as soon as they landed, but due to unforeseen events, only now did they remember.
Even if the Grand Elder still harbored ill feelings toward Jiang Feiye, as long as Jiang Feiye’s application for the Elder’s seat in the Sacred Hall passed the council’s vote, even the Grand Elder would have no recourse.
Xu Anhao waited a long time, watching Gu Shengze remain silent, staring at her so intently that she felt shy; her cheeks burned.
Perhaps it was her own happiness that made her feel more pity for the original host. Human nature is selfish, yet whenever she recalled the host’s misfortunes, Lu Manqing felt a lingering sadness and wished even more to forget the past.
Tests showed the child neither had rabies nor stone bone disease; it was a rare, unexplained illness.
A member of the organization supplied Zhu Shiqi with approximately 890 milliliters of blood. With this transfusion, Zhu Shiqi was no longer in mortal danger from severe blood loss.
Yet such expressions appeared only fleetingly on the three faces, vanishing so quickly it was as if they’d never existed—perhaps just the figment of someone’s imagination.
“Let’s be clear: if he doesn’t perform well, I can’t give him such an important position. I can only offer him one of the other guest spots,” Lu Manqing whispered to Wang Meifeng before opening the door.
Now that the Wu family had already declined and Wang Hai, whom she relied upon, was in prison, it was no wonder she sought a new target.
Su Dong knew that sooner or later he would clash with the Temple of the Restless Souls—not the main hall of Xuantong Domain, but at least the Mingzhou branch.
Minutes later, another man, about thirty, entered the teahouse. Wrapped in a black trench coat, he stood as straight as a pine, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, thin lips pressed together, his gaze calm and imposing. In those deep eyes, the cold gleam of a blade flickered.
To avoid detection by Shangguan Che, after finishing the ring, Shangguan Zhixing didn’t take it home but entrusted it to the steward. Only on the day of departure would it be given to Shangguan Che.
Though unwilling and uneasy, they had no choice but to let Lu Xibai go. The three reluctantly escorted her downstairs, whereupon they saw the figure waiting at the entrance.
The archers, their eyes blinded by sand and wind, dropped their bows and fled as the storm of arrows approached.
The sensation of smooth, warm skin made Lu Xibai sigh in admiration. As each strand of hair was moved aside, her sculpted back was revealed, with a few remaining locks clinging to the pale surface—making it appear even fairer. As she gazed, an unexplainable sense of desire arose.
No matter what, she would seize everything she could; today’s opportunity was too good to let slip.
This dagger was one of her cherished treasures, a relic she’d stolen in modern times, forged from black steel—a true blade that could cut iron as easily as mud.
“Exactly, that’s why Senior Sister wouldn’t care about the title of the greatest genius in the Xuanling Continent,” Xi Mozhi replied.
On the grassy slope behind the mountain, a star mage cloaked in black watched the scene, lips curled faintly in amusement.
His gaze involuntarily swept across Xiling Che’s face, who was peeling a peanut, head down and seemingly oblivious to the topic.
Earlier, he and the second demon had been arguing in veiled words—it appeared to be about her, but who could say? She might merely be a pawn.
“What is hidden within these three beams of light? Why do they stir a sense of unease in me? Moreover, I feel I’ve encountered a similar aura somewhere before.” He Zhaozhong’s fan tapped his palm as he pondered the golden radiance among the three.
But he had to do it. He couldn’t let his sense of duty send his brothers back to the battlefield—it wouldn’t be fair to them. The company needed to grow, and Wolf Ear needed someone to care for and protect it.