Nine Chuang Novels & Stories

He was basically the ruler of this world. "What are you thinking about?" Kaelen kissed my hair, sounding a little annoyed that I'd spaced out. I couldn't hold back the excitement in my chest. "Dusty—I mean, Kaelen, what's going on here?" He gave me a little smile and pulled me into his arms. "Because I'm Kaelen, I've got nine lives. Dying once doesn't really matter. I just failed my last trial, that's all. But you can't abandon me now."

Xing Li Zhi calmly said . Although, Xing Li Zhi is in ninth place base on their age but he always been respected in the group after their first brother. His appearance and aura made the others sometimes scared at him especially those who younger like Juan ,Duan and Wang Ren who called as eighteenth brother. They call him ninth brother maybe because he is call ninth brothers or ninth young master in the Xing family . They had used to it eventhough the tenth ,eleventh and twelfth brothers are older than him . " That's much money you give them ." Second brother ask .

They had another supreme power master of ninth level who belonged to the Chu family. From then on, except for the Tang Sect, among the Seven Great Families, the Chu family was the only one who had three level nine supreme power masters. This was definitely a reflection of their strength. Chu Xuanli's momentum was withdrawn in an instant and then he retreated to the side with Chu Mingli and Chu Minghui, leaving only the guests who were still stunned. Qin Haodong looked at Chu Shanhe and said, "Master Chu, how about my gift? Is it comparable with the jade Buddha statue just now?"

said the Ninth Presbyter, pausing to let that sink in, "Return the two pieces to me and I'd be happy to trade anything of similar value for them." "Well, you're wrong. I have three," said Chu Xun suddenly. "Three?!" gasped the Winged presbyter with disbelief, "Mo Qian and the Tenth only had one each. From whence did you procure one more, if I may ask?" "You should also have one, am I right?" Chu Xun's lips curled into a devilish grin. Spasms of shock and horror writhed upon the face of the Ninth Presbyter as he frantically summoned his powers to prepare for battle.

How can he tell the ninth master when he's bald? An Taotao shook her headn. "This Xie Ning is very good. You can ask him to help make it, but it's not for nothing. You can pay him. As for the formula of plaster , it's not so strict. Anyway, I've registered the brand. It's all right." Huang Chen blinked and looked fierce. "Behind his sister-in-law is the ninth master. He dares to make small moves and kill him with one claw." An Taotao glanced at him and said, "can we not be so cruel?"

In a choked voice, he said, "I'll leave on my own." As I watched him turn away in dejection, I suddenly called out, "Wait." His steps halted. A flicker of hope appeared in his eyes, only for him to hear me say, "I almost forgot about something. The final payment for Star Tower is almost due. Remember to pay what's owed, as per the purchase agreement." Bryan stiffened. "What was that?" Snorting, I asked, "What's the matter? You forgot all about the contract you signed two days ago? The one where you made it clear you were buying Star Tower for me?"

The third generation disciple opened his mouth wide in shock, stuttering in excitement after being stunned for a while, "Number 89, Xiao Chengxuan, Grade A+ for gold element." Even the few elders in silver robes who squinted their eyes over the distance rushed over upon hearing the news.

I always knew he was strong but not to this extent. The tournament continued, and a series of matches followed. Then number nine and ten was called. My breath hitched, my breathing becoming rapid. Aurora placed a hand on my shoulder, nodding her head in encouragement. Then, I walked to the fighting ground, stepping into the circle, and bracing myself for what to come.

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.