Resonance of Bloodlines

Out of Liao Wanxun's line of sight, Liu Yi's body suddenly transformed into a horned dragon.
Restricted by the limited space, she only swelled to the thickness of a water bucket, raising her round head upright, baring her sharp fangs, and her snow-white scales bristling with vigilance.
Seeing that the other regained consciousness, she heavily closed her slit pupils that flickered with a cold light, then opened them again. She forcibly suppressed the annoyance deep into her heart, leaving only a hint of entanglement.
Fairly speaking, Liao Wanxun was also a victim.
He was merely mentally...

Ten seconds after Kataz appeared, another kneeling human-shaped giant dragon was added to the stone platform, and the four patriarchs offered him deep care and condolences.

The moonlight was as cool as gauze, and the water well pulley beside the pavilion shook slightly, making a soft gurgling sound—the greatest fear in making firearms was water leakage, which was why Shaoshang chose the ingredient room to be in this courtyard with a well.

Unlike many web novels where giving pet avatars names fills readers with joy and thus pads the word count, there was no such thing here.

The remaining items were a washbasin, a slender bamboo needle, a piece of beef liver still oozing blood, a manually tuned radio, a sharp kitchen knife, a rope tied with a loop, and a bottle with a skull sticker on the outside—whether it truly contained poison remained unknown.

Yet even though she was currently on maternity leave, and even if she told the young man he would take her back to his hometown for the New Year, Ryoko Hirosue had no intention of doing so.

Zhang Chi never expected that reality would be this excruciating. Instantly breaking out in a sweat as profuse as rain, he collapsed onto the bed, rolling back and forth uncontrollably.

"You've been a huge help to us this time. If there's anything I can do for you, feel free to let me know anytime," Jotaro Kujo said.

All in all, spending days and nights in the company of the dignified and virtuous Empress allowed Shaoshang to be influenced by her surroundings, coming close to goodness—evidently, the Emperor had not considered the adage that one who stays near ink gets stained black.

She had always felt that Huo Buwei usually looked normal, speaking with gentle, refined, and scholarly manners, yet his train of thought regarding her alone was particularly bizarre, capable of seamlessly connecting jealousy from any angle. You could be peacefully chewing on a steamed bun, and his next sentence would somehow pivot to how some unknown ex-lover of yours had a family that made steamed buns.

Madam Jiang's words clearly revealed two very important pieces of information. First, the fabric used to make the purse was begged from Wu Chuanjia; second, she previously had no idea that Wu Chuanjia had secretly duplicated the key.

"This is my monologue, dedicated to you." After saying this, Hua Feng in Room 1 could no longer stop his tears from flowing.

"Since you all honor me by making me the alliance leader, I will not stand on ceremony," Ye Feng said as he took his seat with a solemn gaze.

The journey ahead was fraught with danger. Although it was only a few days away, the preparations required were by no means few, so it was better to prepare early.

"Roar, roar..." Bursts of fierce howling kept echoing, and the roars seemed to be mixed with pain, turning into shrill screams.

Just at that moment, the violent fluctuations coming from the back mountain startled several of them. Glancing at each other with tacit understanding, they nodded simultaneously, and their figures vanished into thin air.

In the past, this should have been a time of peace and prosperity within the imperial palace, filled with singing and dancing. Yet today, there was an inadvertent trace of sparse desolation that silently seeped into people's hearts, startling them into a cold shiver, while this loneliness looked on from afar with an air of arrogant detachment.

Right now, she felt a slight pang of regret, believing that her behavior just now might have hurt Wang Xiu.

"Didn't we promise to face it together?" Ye Feng's gaze softened as he murmured into his phone.

Seeing a jade pendant lying quietly on the ground, Wang Jie's heart stirred. He bent down to pick it up and began examining it closely in his hand.

Judging by the nine-spotted armored leopard before them, it was clearly an adult, and its strength was likely even greater than that of Wang Jie and his companion.