Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Hayes awoke on Manta's bed to find his mistress already sifting through the latest intelligence on Inner Bay—as one of Inner Bay's intelligence chiefs in Bert Territory, Manta held very high clearance, so the woman was not easily fooled by covert matters.


Upon seeing Hayes awake, Manta tucked the loose hair by her ear behind, blocking the gaze Hayes had on her slender, fair neck.


So, she always enjoyed teasing the man who set her heart racing.


"Do you know what happened in South Los?"


Turning her head with a playful smile, Manta teased.


The sight of her shallow dimples made Hayes unable to resist reaching out to touch them, but with a quick move, Manta caught his finger in her mouth and gently licked the tip with her tongue.


Today I've got two troublesome guys coming over.


I need to be fully energized to deal with them."


Hayes inhaled sharply, going on and on with his words.


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