Chapter 13090 — Even If Wei Zhao Is the Lord of Tianjun
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But then again, in this little corner of the world that was Tianjun, an affair as momentous as a dragon beast acknowledging a master could never possibly bypass Wei Zhao.
Without Wei Zhao's nod, whatever they said today would amount to nothing but wishful thinking on their part.
Chen Shili laughed softly at this. "Even if Wei Zhao is the Lord of Tianjun, he can only govern the affairs of Tianjun—he has no say over the dragon beast."
Zhao Ning retorted to his face: "So long as we are on Tianjun's soil, it has to be his nod that counts....
Her body was sent flying by the impact; the storage box tore loose from her arms, sailed through the air for three seconds, and then the two of them returned together to the embrace of Mother Earth.
I shook my head against his chest, clutching at his clothes, wanting only to go on sleeping. I was far too greedy for the warmth of that moment—a warmth that made a person feel safe.
That day, back at the Qiu residence, Chen Lanyi was so exhausted she barely touched her dinner and went straight to her room to regulate her breathing. Uneasy, I asked her about it.
"I worked abroad for two years, and then I thought it over and decided things were better back home, so I came back." Su Yinxi bared a row of neat white teeth in a radiant smile.
Despite its enormous frame, the white-headed sea eagle's diving speed was anything but slow; the instant Ron let out his cry, his mouth was stuffed full of air, and even his voice came out warped.
The original color gradually faded from Lin Ye's left eye. Qian Fanchen could not help but exclaim in admiration, "How beautiful." Lin Ye's left eye had turned entirely to rose, and if one looked closely, petals drifted and scattered within the pupil.
I knew they were only trying to comfort me. I was well aware of the defenses on Poet Qiu's house—and the fact that they still had to post guards outside showed plainly that the situation was nowhere near as relaxed as they made it sound.
Hearing this, Fu Shaoting dragged his chair closer and swung a palm at his head. He reacted swiftly, shrinking back, and dodged the old man's slap with effortless ease.
This, too, laid bare the gulf between Mu Xue and the old lady. Both had only just entered the Mu household, yet Mu Xue had to watch the faces of everyone around her, while the old lady could make everyone watch hers—because she was Mu Yan's mother, and a mother is ever and always one of a kind.
He was fair and refined of feature; the aloofness that habitually hung about his face was gone, and when his gaze fell upon Yun Xiangrong it carried a faint smile, brimming with grace and allure.
"Nothing." I silently exhaled a breath of stale air, stubbed out a cigarette, and simply went on with my work.
Yet this tiny gesture only made Bai Muqing's heart ache the more. Had this been before she met Lin Annan, she might have been moved and delighted by such a gesture from Nangong Chen. But as things stood, what filled her heart was mostly desolation.
Seeing that Chenxi truly seemed not the least bit worried, Cheng Xinyi and Zhu Jiajia said no more, and the group made their way back to school together.
Cen Yutong's hand, turning the key, suddenly froze. Her heart was in utter turmoil—why did she have so many muddled thoughts? Why was this door so hard to open today?
"Never mind him—I'm going!" Li Mengqi ignored me and kept on working at Qin Mengdie.
I carried the clothes over, and Qin Mengdie quietly opened a narrow gap and let me pass the clothes in.
The Zhang family was currently headed by Zhang Quan's father, Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong had originally had three children—Zhang Quan, Zhang Lei, and Zhang Wanting. Now that Zhang Lei and Zhang Wanting were dead, only Zhang Quan remained as the family's sole young heir.
His own grandfather, his father, his elder brother—weren't they all enemies of Dongfang Chenxi? So why, at this moment, did they look so... intimate?