Chapter 47: Are there any human rights left?
Flo’s heart leaped with joy, and even the hostility in his gaze toward Ifrora softened. Her outrageous kiss still replayed […]
Flo’s heart leaped with joy, and even the hostility in his gaze toward Ifrora softened. Her outrageous kiss still replayed […]
“I’m afraid Mr. Flo wouldn’t agree, would he?” the fox-eared princess asked with a playful smile. “Agree? He doesn’t get
In the opulent hall, glazed tiles shimmered like molten gold under the sunlight, the faint scent of sandalwood mingling with
The voice belonged to none other than Ifrora, clearly displeased at being interrupted. The members of the Righteous Fist team
“Of course.” Ifrora’s fingertips grazed the magic array patterns in his hair, her pink nails glinting eerily under the candlelight.
“So, what’s your real goal?” Flo was baffled. This old witch had been throwing absurdities at him from the start.
Flo’s heart was in his throat. The person before him was undeniably powerful—there was no way he’d come out on
For now, her primary goal was to get stronger and investigate the secrets hidden in that remote town. But Aphrosia
Aphrosia knew it was impossible—she wasn’t some destined protagonist who could shout “thirty years east, thirty years west” and defy
“Just born a few seconds earlier! What’s there to be smug about, stinky sister!” The blue bird huffed, firing back.