Chapter 18: Not the Son of Luck
Often, one’s stance isn’t their own to decide. In a clan obsessed with bloodlines and profit, no one can […]
Often, one’s stance isn’t their own to decide. In a clan obsessed with bloodlines and profit, no one can […]
Take a good look—this man’s Luo Jiutian. He’s here for the Qingyun Secret Realm expedition. The atmosphere had been
Tuesday. The aluminum lunch box lay quietly in Xiahou Ming’s schoolbag. The dishes inside were specially made for Yu Yuhui
The next morning. Dawn had yet to break, the distant mountains shrouded in mist, the ground still damp with dew.
On the way home, Xiahou Ming walked around to the crooked old locust tree without any hope. There was nothing
In Xinhua Bookstore. The first-floor lobby wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. Most of them were students wearing the
Xiahou Ming walked out of the school gate. The evening wind was a little hot, ruffling the hair on her
In an instant, countless thoughts collided wildly in Xiahou Ming’s mind. How to answer? Saying she was Xiahou Ming? She
“Gulp…” In the arcade, a faintly sad Luo Su hugged a plush toy nearly her size, her bewildered face questioning
Morning light filtered in as Luo Su sat on her bed, Hugging her knees pitifully. Even in daylight, the room’s