Lu Shangbi woke up disgruntled, tired, and craving a red bean bun. He was still sour about the maid's rejection and the mysterious figure who beat up his sister and snuck into his room. He was pretty sure that the mysterious figure was the maid, Ling Feiji, but he would know for sure when she worked for him today.
"After retirement, all of you will stay in New York with us, my parents are no longer in this world and now I cannot live life like orphans. I want to live under your shadows. And my house as much as mine is yours too." Jamarion said with sincerity in his marron eyes that I put my hand on my mouth or else I have burst into tears. His hoarse whisper cut the air off of sadness which was growing slowly realized how lucky I'm to have in my life, my scar tingled. My parents hugged him and with light heart we bid goodbye to everyone. During our way to home Jamarion was continuously chanting about our future with Mom and Dad he told me that he has he has named half of the property under my name. I was angry on his actions. I just want his love but he convinces me that what was his was actually mine.
Why would i do that?
"Do you truly want to know?" The old Kira asked.
"Miss Meirong, if you choose toleave the sect, the decision will be up to you, but dotake note. You must first strip yourself of all cultivation you have acquired during your days as a disciple, and return to being a common mortal," the Grandmaster said, informing her of the rules of the sect.
The door closed behind him and John turned out of reflex but found only red. It was a clever optical illusion. Turning back, he ignored the two empty couches to either side of him and focused on the person who stood behind the lone table in front of him.
They were really soft, and the teacher pet his hair.
Aaron opened the door with that question in mind, forcing a cheerful smile on his face as he greeted his mentor. Jackson was dressed up in casual yet practical clothing: a closed bomber jacket with cargo pants and combat boots. A bit too dressy for a lay Saturday morning is Aaron was concerned, all he had on was a loose-fitting tank top and sweatpants. Aaron tilted his head to the side as he signed his confusion to Jackson. Jackson stared back at him as if he were the biggest idiot in the world, before pointing to his scroll in his hand.
invisible dragon:i can use it one more time with my strength ;;-;; but who are you?
shang-a:ok ill try..
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