The Sun Has Come Out

Liang Zuan worried that she might grow tired of eating too much meat, so he had even specially simmered a pot of sour plum drink.

He had spent two full days preparing these dishes, and now they were finally put to use.

Whenever he pictured the little girl gazing at the food he had made with those bright, shining almond eyes, he could not help feeling delighted.

His little girl was playful without being arrogant, sweet without being affected, and deserved the gentlest treatment in the world.

Liu Yi felt that she had barely exchanged a few words with Shanshan before the fragrance of food reached her nose.

After traveling several li, Le Yiyang’s white horse stretched out its neck and let out a long neigh toward Kuang Weijiang’s mount, then broke into a swift gallop. Kuang Weijiang’s horse seemed to understand the meaning in that cry; it, too, began to move forward, and before long it was once again running shoulder to shoulder with the white horse.

“The clan chief’s seclusion this time is indeed a little strange. I wonder about what Jiuyou said...” one of the guardians beside them suddenly sighed.

On the outer battlefield, the four mighty Golden Immortals held the reins of power. Although Xiao Qingfeng and the others belonged to Nezha’s battle camp, everyone knew of their connection to Ao Mo’ang, so it was perfectly natural for Ao Mo’ang to lead them into the True Immortal Camp.

Linghucheng also bade farewell to his parents and set out with Le Yiyang. Along the way, birds kept bursting out of the tangled weeds. Their hearts, naturally, could not remain at peace. What the road ahead would bring, neither of them knew. They walked like this for seven or eight days before finally reaching Taiyuan.

Song Ruilong had the county yamen clerk draft a confession. After reading it, he nodded and ordered the officers to press their seals one by one.

In history, it was also because Illidan intended to take the Skull of Gul’dan from the body of a dreadlord that he struck without mercy, ultimately ruining the Burning Legion’s plan to control the Scourge.

Leng Yuehun clenched his fists so tightly that they creaked, frightening Ma Guangji so much that he seemed to want to shrink his head into his stomach.

Standing within the Soul-Locking Array, and watching countless streams of multicolored spring water surge around him before flowing toward the distant Spirit of the Sacred Dragon, Liu Yifei almost thought he had entered a world of immortals, if not for the darkness and suffocating pressure of the surroundings. Otherwise, how could it be so dazzling and dreamlike?

“Haha.” The Seventh King Hall laughed heartily, yet its strikes were utterly merciless. With a sweep of the hand, several torrents of sinister energy took shape once more, tearing across the sky like lightning and crashing down savagely.

“Old lady, I’m telling you to do it,” the young man seemed finally to have revealed his true nature as he barked harshly. In the cloudy eyes of the old matriarch of the Sun Corpse clan, a trace of embarrassment appeared, as though she were unwilling to make a move.

After going through that ordeal, or perhaps because of Lan Shuilan’s appearance and her entry into his emotional life, he only then grew mature enough to think calmly and thoroughly about the matter of love, or rather, to truly grasp emotional understanding.

Since Vitruvius had already confirmed that such a deity once existed, he was ready to use it to show off.

But the moment Li Wuyou touched Su Jinru’s hands, he was startled again, because her hands were so icy cold that they frightened him.

When the taxi arrived, Gu Zuocheng helped Li Wuyou and Su Jinru into it one after the other, then got in himself.

The road of a human class practitioner was always this arduous; with every promotion, one had to walk once through the gate of death.

Drawing on his experience teaching in Corpse Forest, Ye Tian took up a teaching post at the Nether Academy for the first time, the top wastrel of another world.

With the support of the maid beside her, Zhong Chuge slowly stepped down from the carriage, her voice carrying a pitiful note.

A Shilong immediately focused, his ears pricking up as he clearly heard the whistling blade wind cutting toward him from the ground straight ahead. He pushed off the ground with his right foot and leaped up again, slipping in a flash past the top of Ma Bupa’s head.

When the Empress Dowager saw those ugly sores, her expression changed at once, and her pupils contracted violently.