Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

eng.”“Oh,” Jiang Wang’s voice dragged on, imbued with a deep and meaningful weight.But before Jiao Xiong's face could turn completely black, he abruptly retracted his voice and narrowed his eyes: "Jia...p him Even if you were guarding the gate yourself, you wouldn't be able to stop your uncle, would you"“As my uncle said,” Chongxuan smiled brightly: “For my uncle’s sake, I won’t kill them today.”This...