WeaverOfLies
"WHAT! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LUNA NOT A WEAK HUMAN!" Unknown person said.
Claire POV
Zeth thought 'Just hold on for a while, just hold on just hold ....'
"is it over?" there was a ice cold voice came from behind.
I am sorry but I dropped this firstly I just didn't have it in me to write anymore chapters and now I can't access my old webnovel account due to the guard I am sorry to those who were waiting for another chapter
Back to the present.
"Perfect idea, you need father's favour in other to gain your freedom, your other brothers are going to surpass you if you don't pleas the King."
Thanks
"Very well. You may leave," said Grandmaster Zhu Zhang, waving a hand in dismissal.
Luo Sheng frowned at XuKe. "What are you talking about, XuKe?" She said, "the relationship was more like arguing most of the time as I remembered it."
On further inspection the handle of the whip was beautiful it had engraved details most likely handcrafted, it must've been A type of family heirloom. Jae-Hwa lifted the whip out of the box and stretched it out. It had quite a bit of weight to it. ~This could do quite a lot of damage if someone were to get in the way… ~ Mischievous smile lit up on Jae-Hwa face. "It may not be that westernized weapon but this should do! Now that I have this time to get down to business" as if part of a Japanese military she marched over to the bush and aggressively grabbed it by its roots and ripped it off the ground exposing a man and Crimson red standing right in front of her, he had the most sinister look on his face yet it was gentle at the same time. Jae-Hwa recognized and found something interesting about his face, she had definitely seen this man before but who was he? Before she could continue thinking the man turned over to face Jae-Hwa directly in the eyes and opened his mouth to speak…
Under the protruding shoulder pads, Lados guessed the soldier had around the same wide shoulder line as him, supporting their muscular back, able to carry any load, just like the combination of the indestructible armor and that masterpiece of a sledgehammer. Arms and even fingers weren't left unprotected. Fine, separate black metal pieces, tied together, covered the wrist, the back of the hand and each of the phalanges, allowing the owner's palm and fingers to move freely towards their deadly duties.
