"Fool, you don't even know such a simple thing. What do you need this trashy brain for? Let me help you throw it away!" And with that, he extended his ghostly white claws.
As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.
"Brother Alexander, my mom said she just learned two new yoga poses and asked you to come over tonight to give her some guidance. I... I want to learn too..."
As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.
The smile faded from Milo's face as he observed the look of terror on his secretary's visage. Following his gaze, Milo beheld a dark-haired youth lounging in his chair, feet propped upon the desk, casually perusing the books thereon.
The young man and woman, contemplating and scrutinizing each other, walked into the distance through the rain, their figures gradually blending into one.
Writing this novel is just sooooo damn exhausting. I hate myself sometimes so much for expanding the worldview LOL. Every day, I gleefully log in, check your comments, whispering "Amen, I love you, bro" in my heart, click "like", and then dive back into the chaos of plotting... Please don't hate me—I love your comments!
Looking at his father's pact heads, Ansel's face showed the usual gentle smile, but now, compared to the almost mask-like smile of the past, the boy's smile was more genuine and vivid.
Therefore, the grand dukes do not really concern themselves with the potential disaster the Dragon King might bring—if you insist that the Dragon King could kill them all at any moment, which divine species wouldn't do the same? If the Dragon King could suddenly go mad, could not the Empress or Hydral do the same?