The Steward Demonic Emperor – Chapter 130, Crooked Path
Translator: StarReader Editor: p4553r A 16-year-old girl stood at that table, still young and unaware of the true world. With so many looking at her, she couldn’t help but blush and fidget.
Translator: StarReader Editor: p4553r A 16-year-old girl stood at that table, still young and unaware of the true world. With so many looking at her, she couldn’t help but blush and fidget.
Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain & Dhael Ligerkeys “Boy, your courage is commendable but ultimately useless. Repent for your sins in the netherworld, and if you are fortunate enough to have a next life, learn well that toads may not eat swan meat! There are some people you cannot afford to seek friendship with!” Ran Yun Ting madly urged her Shi as she shouted. Her understanding of the Martial…
Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain & Dhael Ligerkeys “As expected. It’s you!” Yang Kai snorted lightly.
Translator: StarReader Editor: p4553r “Qingtian…” Chu Qingcheng’s eyes were glazed.
Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain & Dhael Ligerkeys Everything happened so suddenly that no one was able to react.
Translator: adomman Editor: Snorri The assassin leaped up from the ground and grabbed Amon’s arm, his claws slicing open his clothes and tearing several gaps in the serpent-scale armor within. Amon punched him in the shoulder. This beast, however, managed to take on his punch directly. Growling in pain, he lowered his head and tried to bite Amon’s hand.
Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain & Dhael Ligerkeys Generally speaking, this type of hostility should only be possessed by those who had short tempers and merciless personalities, but all of Ice Heart Valley’s disciples cultivated Ice Attribute Secret Arts, which focused on maintaining pure, emotionless states, so how could such people be here?
Translator: Wisteria Editor: Silavin The moon was high in the sky. Cold wind danced around the trees and caressed my face.