Abi's mouth formed an 'O' as he learnt about something which he was not aware of. Seeing the kid's cute expression, the girl couldn't help but smile.
- Que no soy el elegido...- murmuro cambiando su expresion sarcastica a una indiferente y fria. Se paro frente a las pantallas dejandose ver completamente. Su aspecto impecablemente limpio y pulcro de pies a cabeza lo podrian definir como alguien preocupado por su aspecto pero mas bien, era adicto a la limpieza. Su postura de caballero noble daba un aura de extrema imposicion.
*blast*
His chance came and he was to be one step closer to getting justice for his mother if he could sell the spirit fruit then he could purchase a spirit pill to increase his strength.
When he reached the central district, he easily saw the Gentle Book Restaurant.
"THEY ARE EXPENDABLE, MY GRAIL IS MORE IMPORTANT."
They both went in and two maids were specifically arranged for Angel, she refused them.
"That's right, ah! Rong'er, it was Fei'er who pleaded to your father to prepare a welcoming banquet for you. In five years that you were away from the Fu, Fei'er kept urging your father to send you back here. Unfortunately, because your health was not good, your father did not agree. Since then, Fei'er would always visit the temple to pray for your well-being, hoping that you would return home soon. Who would have thought that the heavens would grant Fei'er's wish? Ai. Rong'er, now that you are here, mother will definitely not allow you to get sick again and make your Meimei sad."
Snowball nodded slowly in reply. The disguised Sovereign Lord could not help but feel both warmth at her concern for him and bitterness for the difference in how she treated him as 'Snowball' and 'Zhu Qingyue'. She had nothing but special treatment and affection for 'Snowball', but could not wait to get away from 'Zhu Qingyue'.
"Oh, you finally woke up. I guess you succeeded?" asked Tsunade without stopping the pokes.
No, my conviction was and would always be absolute...
Han Tengfei suddenly grew interested in his countermeasures. Finally receiving his full attention, Ji Li Zhao pulled out a folder and handed it to him seriously. "But first, I would like you to check Hou Wei Yan's profile"