Chapter 273: One's Own World

Two days have passed since obtaining the Divine Light Triangle.

Over the past two days I have made many arrangements for Xia He; her ability is very troublesome, as soon as she goes out it will cause a big commotion, so the best arrangement for her is to stay at home.

But staying at home for a few days is fine; if it goes on too long it won't work.

Thus, Su Qing took Xia He to Longhu Mountain and entrusted her to Zhang Zhiwei's care; this guy hasn't been seen in decades, already middle-aged, looking

"Ye Yi, you kill him…… I beg you, kill him now, don't mind me." Qiu Qier's voice was astonishingly loud; he had been desperately fighting Sang Zhuo.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, was about to raise her hand to knock, when suddenly she heard a chaotic sound coming from inside the ward.

This seems, it's not her business, right? If it formed naturally, but just happened to collapse today, then she'll be blamed again.

That night, Yao Qingmu woke up in the middle of the night; without opening her eyes, she felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at her. Trusting her feeling, she didn't rashly get up, but secretly opened her eyes just a slit.

Perhaps there is another reason why others don't want to take the boat: the sun is vicious, burning the skin with searing pain.

Now, hearing that he is safe and sound, the big stone weighing on my heart finally fell.

On the contrary, the person in front who looks exactly like the Holy Maiden appears hard to provoke, with an icy, aloof demeanor.

Li Huaisi has always felt that today's Xu Xiangxiang is strange, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally staring at the man sitting opposite.

Before, she was so stubborn, not allowing herself to suffer the slightest grievance, but in the end she caused grievance for many people.

Due to the overcast weather, the cigarette butt Sang Zhuo held between his fingers flickered faintly with his breathing, making his cold, handsome face look even more sinister and terrifying, like an emissary from hell.

Jiang Kaiwei wanted to say, I don't like you either; if it weren't to undermine Gu Nianbin I wouldn't have come to you. I can be deceitful, hide a knife behind a smile—why must you be so frank? Everyone playing mind games makes the game more fun, right?

The wind was fierce; she wrapped her bathrobe tightly, yet still shivered from the cold. Why is it the same sorrowful rainy night, the same desolate street corner, yet she feels even more hopeless and wronged than before?

Duan Yuran only felt a flash before her eyes; warm, rough fingers pressed against her brow, gently easing the frown that had knotted from thinking.

Dan Ya quickly covered Dan Ran's mouth; although she was also afraid, she was relatively calm now: "Don't make a sound, or we might still be okay; if you speak and draw them here, we could really die!" She looked at Mu Fenghua and nodded.

When the people around heard his question, they all fell silent; Hua Wuyan glanced at the flower vase beside her, while Jiu Huang choked without speaking, and Leng Wu dropped to her knees.

Back then she really hadn't paid attention to such matters, simply thinking that Feng Wuqing was just putting on an act.

"There is evidence, but I think we should give Xi Ya another chance; if she is willing to let go, Second Young Master, please forgive her once." Lei Luo struggled to say these words to Song Tianming; although he was more worried about Su Lian, after all he could not bear to break the bond of over a decade.

This sudden change drew everyone's attention to another egg about to hatch.

Tang Bao sat in the office chair; although he knew the pervert was tough to deal with, Bai Ye was no simpleton either—this time he didn't know if he could take him down. Thinking of this, Tang Bao's expression grew grave, feeling that something was off.