Xia Mingcheng’s right eyelid twitched violently when he heard Mother Xia’s tone, which sounded like she wanted to matchmake him with Yuan Yuan. Wait a minute, Xia Mingcheng knew his mother very well. His mother had especially high standards for a daughter-in-law. First of all, their family had to have status, and then a reputation which matched their own. Xia Mingcheng had always been disgusted by this.
Actually, Alvaro already knew that the guards would take a safe stance and just let the visitors solve their problem on their own. If they started fighting, the patrol team would be the one eliminating these visitors.
He didn't even try to do adultery with his past lover. That man was admirable even for Finley, who didn't know whether to side with his mother or his father.
Casanovanic bookworm, Feng liu shu dai, 風流書呆, 风流书呆
After refining the Heavenly Origin Pellet, not only did Qin Tian’s cultivation reach the pinnacle of the fifth-pulse Dragon Pulse Realm, but his martial insight also reached a terrifying height.
Ainsley saw those people had the same tattoo, a golden tiger crouching alone. The eyes of the tiger were blue, just like the colour of the pendant she was using.
"Wahhhh, leave me! You meanie cat. You steal my bed, and then you ignore me, and and…" Ainsley didn't use her baby talk anymore. She felt that it's useless in front of this cardboard lover.
"Don't worry. She's not that formidable. In my eyes, you're infinitely better than her." Finley smoothly hugged Ainsley and stroked the back of her head. The way he pulled Ainsley to his embrace was so swift that both Code-C and Ainsley was shocked.
Casanovanic bookworm, Feng liu shu dai, 風流書呆, 风流书呆
"Don't worry. She's not that formidable. In my eyes, you're infinitely better than her." Finley smoothly hugged Ainsley and stroked the back of her head. The way he pulled Ainsley to his embrace was so swift that both Code-C and Ainsley was shocked.
9 Lightyears Per Second, Sonic Nine Light Year, 秒速九光年
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
[Wake up, dumbass! Wake up! Train your energy control! Hurry, you lazy bum!] The Godfather shouted with all of his might as he circled Ainsley and Cellino, who was still lying on the bed, sleeping.