Stop chasing.
(1/3) A gust of sea breeze swept over, carrying sea spray that lashed against Xuanyue's face. He instinctively wiped his dampened cheeks, feeling the genuine chill and the authentic briny taste, without the slightest sense of illusion.
"If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself." The middle-aged man spoke with a calm expression, refusing to argue.
"Then let it be Tisha Town." Ascending to immortality in broad daylight mattered even less to him. Since he was leaving Cangzhou tomorrow, he naturally had no desire to waste a few hours on a pointless carriage journey.
In this day and age, when a wall collapses everyone pushes it, and when a drum is broken everyone beats it. There were simply too many instances of people turning hostile and denying others, so he had long since grown used to it.
Hearing that Yun Wuyan was busy with a quest, Chen Feng abandoned the idea of calling her. Discovering through the noble family management interface that the martial arts arena had completed its upgrade, he left a note for Tang Yao informing her of the Chen family residence's coordinates, and then headed toward the arena to inspect the new functions resulting from the upgrade.
2. As a jianghu noble family, martial arts are indispensable; at least one advanced martial art must be mastered. Unfulfilled.
However, would things truly unfold in the direction Zhao Deyi hoped? I'm afraid Zhao Deyi had no confidence whatsoever; he could not possibly guess what the strong-willed Zhao Xin would ultimately do.
The other two commanders said nothing further and followed closely behind Commander Meng. As for those Soul Guards clad in bizarre attire, a trace of panic finally appeared on their faces, completely replacing their previous detached composure. They, too, rushed anxiously toward the entrance.
Watching the retreating figures of her companions, Jiang Yaran took a deep breath, crossed her arms over her chest, and spoke coldly to Chen Bayin.
He was stunned, staring blankly at the corpses scattered across the ground. Of course, he was not afraid of dead bodies—in fact, the corpses he had seen were perhaps even more numerous than the living. Yet he could not fathom why those who had appeared so fierce and menacing just moments before had instantly turned into cold, lifeless corpses.
Combat effectiveness as an index primarily measures how much energy can be generated in a single strike. Although we usually speak of how strong someone's physical force is—for instance, the heavyweight boxing champion Mike Tyson's straight right punch can deliver an instantaneous impact force of 700 kilograms, and his left arm 500 kilograms—
"I am not talking nonsense. Brother Xinyi might have a poor memory, but this recording—" Lin Zhaohui pulled out his phone from his pocket and shook it.
Suddenly, Jie'er's figure gradually vanished into thin air. Seeing this, Xianglong was somewhat startled, yet he still knew that the fellow was still within this magical barrier. He glanced around, then looked at the lines in his hand, and finally cast his gaze toward the right.
At first, Helulimu had maintained a sense of awe toward drawing power from nature, believing that everything in the natural world was created by the gods and could never be altered by human strength regardless of the method. However, after meeting Xianglong and the others, the successive events subverted the notions deeply ingrained in his mind.
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(2/3) A-xin's arms were suddenly wracked by a tearing, excruciating pain. Unable to bear this abnormal agony, he let out a miserable scream and collapsed onto the ground, rolling about desperately.
Following the preliminary preliminaries, the inaugural arena battle of the Golden Wheel Treasure Business War filled this massive city-like gladiatorial plaza with the atmosphere of a grand festival.
Great God Ding Ding was about to cast a spell, but since the items here were incomplete, I figured I wouldn't get to see him wearing a Daoist robe, holding a peachwood sword, cupping incense ashes, and scattering them with a *puff* just like in the movies, causing the candle flames to suddenly surge and the talisman paper to instantly burst into fire.
Not long after, his former Timberwolves teammates, Blake and Boris, also arrived at Li Qiang's estate.
To immortals, mortals are naturally nothing more than ants. And the self-deceiving notion that "beneath the saints, all are ants" is true to a certain extent; an immortal's power before a saint is as laughable as a mayfly attempting to shake a tree.
She looked down at the mortal realm, where she and Ali once shared a home, where Xing'er was, and where that person she detested the most resided. How could it all just vanish like this?
A hero saving a beauty is the most heart-stirring scenario of all. Lady Chen immediately took a fancy to Master Chen back then, secretly pledging her heart to him. Then followed the natural and logical tale of mutual affection.
Within the totem tribe, where distinctions of honor and hierarchy were rigidly enforced and strict ranks maintained, Jiang Yinghong shielding someone to this extent was unprecedented, and there could never be another like it.
Mother Lin complained about Lin Shanghan returning so late while urging her to hurry up and wash up, as Lin Shanghan had to go to school early the next morning.
It was precisely amidst these repeated trials that many ministers' attitudes toward Yu Rao shifted from hostility to suspicion, then to affirmation, until half a year ago, when Yu Ren's voice commanded universal assent within the imperial court.
WN was astonished at why she had uttered such a theory, all because her heart had been gradually transformed by the myriad emotions existing between human beings.
Zhen Jiabao searched everywhere in vain, and perhaps for this exact reason, Zhen Fugui was miraculously brought back to life.
Shen Ran, however, appeared to be in poor spirits. While he could barely maintain a façade when first meeting Zhen Jiabao, after sitting there for only a short while, he began supporting his temples with his hand, his eyelids tending to close despite his best efforts to keep them open.
"Because Miss Yun and A-qing have already become husband and wife. Furthermore, Miss Yun knew A-qing's identity even before our first meeting."
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(3/3) As expected of Zhen Jiabao! After figuring it out, Gu Ruiyu even felt a sense of schadenfreude: why had Helian Quan suddenly offered up his treasured wine?
Muhuali peered downward through the gap for a moment, presumably to ensure he could avoid the rafter beams below, and then selectively pried open a few more nearby floor tiles.
The rebel army's battle standard fluttered as another set of semaphore signals was transmitted. Immediately, the neighing of warhorses rang out, and two cavalry detachments were seen surging out from the Song army's ranks, charging toward the direction where the rebel forces were retreating.
Of course, at that time Su Qianqian did not know whether her father had been swapped, but Professor Wu's actions had deeply won Su Qianqian's trust.
That face and physique bore knife wounds and various scars, having been forged in the hellish kitchen of Mount Liang.
As for the tone, it was impossible to capture accurately in words—it was that peculiar state of mind where one believed oneself to be utterly carefree, yet was not carefree in the least.
"Ah, I only hope this is all just guesswork between the two of us sisters, and that it never comes to pass." Understanding Yuhuan's sentiments, Nangong Yulan sighed with sorrow.
"Hongdou, my child." Ouyuntu sat limply on the bench with vacant eyes, gazing gloomily toward the doors of the emergency room.
"That's good. Having just recovered from a major illness, you should indeed exercise properly," Muxian said with a smile as he looked at the youth.
Alissa parted her lips, exhaled a turbid breath, and uttered her most sincere and heartfelt reflection.
"Let's put aside those illusory and ethereal things for a moment. I just want to know, if we truly are the chosen sacrifices, what will happen?" Liao Ke asked, deeply troubled.
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