Taibai And A Qin

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?
He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.
Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.
"Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Both individuals were closely watching each other, a profoundly sinister smile hovering on Drexel's face, while Ethan Smith maintained a degree of caution.


He discreetly pushed his presence to its limits, always prepared for possible engagement.


At that moment, Drexel yawned leisurely.


He walked up to Ethan Smith and, hooking an arm around his neck, jovially suggested, "How should we split these treasures, babe? Half each?"


Upon hearing these words, Ethan Smith finally let out a slight sigh of relief.


He retorted with an eyeroll, "We'll sort it out later, or maybe you want to project your primordial spirit into the Spatial Magic Artifact and pick some items?"


On hearing this, Drexel shivered involuntarily.


Rolling his eyes, he retorted, "I don't ever want to go back to that place."


With Drexel's assistance, the forthcoming journey to the northern border felt naturally relaxed.


Chapter 1595: Crossing the Dead River!