Mad Blade During Troubled Times, Warrying Blade, 乱世狂刀
She loved to steal people's beds and slept on their beds, not caring if the owner couldn't sleep there or not. She was the most arrogant, dangerous, and fiercest sacred guardian among the other three.
[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.
Finley suddenly felt the need to run away, not wanting to tell his dad about Ainsley, afraid that he would adopt her or something. However, to borrow a force from his dad or use his own force, he had to get his dad's permission.
His uncle, however, had struggled twice before him. The first time when he tried to complete the painting of a spear and failed, and the second time was when he revealed to Leonel that beneath his golden armor, he was entirely drenched in sweat.
Ye Liushang slowly stood up and looked at Jian Ai, as if sizing up the Sect Master. His eyes were incomparably deep, but they did not make people feel oppressed.
The younger generations that took over the Sloan Family couldn't even get the sacred guardians' recognition, leading their family to decline day by day due to other forces.
He did have lots of friends around his age, and even those older than him, but who would dare to talk about casinos in front of the Walter Family's heir?
This old man was dressed in a dirty manner with messy hair and some dirt on his face. His eyes were large with brown light shining in his pupils. Two whiskers grew on the corners of his mouth like fish whiskers.
Loren, the young master of the Lionel family, furrowed his eyebrows. He realised that the baby just disturbed his speech, breaking the flow of the conversation.
Zhao Chuanlong’s heart trembled. Terrifying. It was really too terrifying. He felt the threat of death. The world seemed to be upside down. No matter how he fled or dodged, it seemed impossible for him to evade that huge hand.