Yuan Zun Novels & Stories

Chen Lijuan. Heng Nianzu"....."

"Shen Zhenyuan! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and defeat him. We, Korea, are the world's the Matchless." Unfortunately, no matter how much Piao Xiuyuan and the people around him clamored, Shen Zhenyuan was like a fool, sitting in a chair in a daze, and the black crane zither in his hand was lifeless.

The man was the owner of the ancient tomb. Darryl walked toward the coffin with Yvette; he was amazed. "Such a huge crystal coffin, and he's wearing silver armor. He must have been someone of significant importance when he was alive." Yvette sighed. Darryl nodded as he looked around. There was a stone stele beside the crystal coffin. It was about five feet tall, and it had words engraved on it. Yvette rushed forward and looked at the stele. "Zhao Yun, also named Zilong, General of—"

"..Sir Xu, you were by Miss Yuan's side for the past few days. Did you notice anything else?" The Co-Commander begins, "Zi Yan once murmured that her hands are disappearing.. I check her hands and they seemed to be fine. She would also mutter in her sleep about a herb that can make her fall asleep for eternity.. Do you know what she means, Scholar Li?"

Ye Mo asked in a puzzled tone. With a resigned sigh, Qing Chuntao brought out a military-issued spatial pouch and took a bronze stick out of it. Rather than a long rod used for attacking, it looked more like a pike that should be driven on the ground building tents. It had the length of an adult’s arm, a width of a quarter of a handspan and was covered in mysterious runes. When her subordinate Number One saw that bronze stick, he let out a gasp. “Your Highness, please reconsider!”

“Good morning, President Ye. Good morning, Assistant Xu. I’m just bringing you a gift. This is a porcelain kiln from the Qing Dynasty. I wanted to gift this to President Ye as it’s always good to have something as exquisite as this in the office. This classy kiln perfectly matches President Ye’s temperament. Actually, this vase is also for Madam. I hope the two of you will like it.” ‘What? A celadon vase from the Qing Dynasty? It’s such an expensive gift. What is Zhao Qiang doing? Is he trying to bribe us? I don’t think so. I didn’t do anything wrong. Why is he giving this to Ye Shaotang?” “Since it’s for my wife, you’ll have to ask her for her opinion on the matter. If she likes it, we’ll k

Wang Zhan: "......" He wanted to ask: Do I look like a two hundred and fifty to you? Hou Yi shoots the sun, that's a mythological character! Wang Zhan asked, "Do you sell Chang'e?" The little clerk was a bit embarrassed and returned, "Sir, we don't have Chang'e here, but Hou Yi's stuff is real, Hou Yi was the leader of the Yau Poi clan of the Eastern Barbarians in the Xia Dynasty, and a lot of his funerary objects were dispersed overseas, and this arrowhead was recovered with great difficulty by our boss."

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.