On a restless, irritable morning, watching the sun as small as a bean, I sat drenched in sweat, utterly frustrated. How could such a tiny sun wield such immense power, making me sweat non-stop?
I took a deep breath, trying to stay clear-headed while observing the spiralling staircase around me, yet the path ahead seemed mired in great contradiction.
Facing the darker side of one’s heart is something many cannot do, and Bart’s ability to take this step genuinely surprised me beyond expectation.
Upon closer inspection, the handle of the scalpel had a silver wire, so fine it was nearly invisible, yet incredibly tough—even a high-ranking lord couldn’t break it.
“Have you seen Shi Qianwei?” Duan Ershi bandaged his wounds. She had disrespected him, and he was determined to reclaim his pride.
“You want to duel me?” Lin Tian sneered. The plasma dagger could easily slice through D-type mecha—no joke.
Shangguan Xinyuan suddenly realised, laughing and scolding, “Oh, you’re so naughty! Why do you always try to trick me?” As she spoke, she reached to pinch Du Zhan’s arm.
Hua Dierang, thoroughly familiar with her senior brother, knew what he’d say the moment he opened his mouth and immediately cut him off.
A young man with sharp brows and starry eyes, eight feet tall, dressed in white, pointed his blue longsword directly at Wang Pengfei.
This was a floor paved with black obsidian, three layers thick. If it were damaged in a fight, that would be understandable. During combat, with true energy blasting and heavy consumption, breaking the obsidian slabs, while surprising, wasn’t unacceptable.
As the spiritual vortex grew unstable, the formation barrier around Wukong finally dissipated. His previously injured eyes now sparkled, the piercing pain gone, but his internal Five Elements power was heavily depleted, needing time to recover slowly.
It was nearly midnight, and Lin Jingyi’s request to leave was normal, but his last sentence was odd. For a first meeting, such caring words from him seemed out of place.
Some early-rising farmers and passersby, seeing the tall Zhang banner on the carriage, hurriedly stepped aside, their eyes filled with fear and excitement.
“Hey, there’s someone here. Hands up.” A blinding beam hit Wukong’s face. The speaker was blunt, holding a long spear. Wukong, suppressing his urge to lash out, complied and raised his hands.
As Xie Tong turned, a gust of wind blew, tilting the grass on the rotten wooden sign, revealing the words beneath. Near the broken hole, the character “not” was visible.
“Brother Longyang!” A crisp greeting came from the door as Yanyan ran in. She was delivering giant rat meat to Longyang but stumbled into trouble.
Lin Jingyi took out a black cloth, waved it before her eyes, then tied it around his head, covering his eyes.
Hua Shuirou said nothing, clearly still dazed, but the blush on her face was impossible to hide.
Lin Chen remained silent, quietly watching the old man play the zither. The lingering notes calmed the mind.
After all these years, she wouldn’t speak up first, so he’d have to put in some effort and investigate thoroughly.
Zhao Yunlong and the others were all shocked, and he was curious about when he could reach such a level.
“Zhe, you came just in time. This girl says I bullied you. Explain to her whether I did or not.” Tang Jinhui pulled Shui Xingzhe over.
The youth, about eighteen or nineteen, nicknamed Chrysanthemum, had delicate skin, almond eyes, a pointed chin, and a feminine air, walking with splayed feet—perhaps from being “handled” too much.
Xiao Leng had thought Bach would discard him after use, but now it seemed he wouldn’t die just yet.
“Hmph! You useless thing, you’re really getting old!” Wu Feiyang’s face turned cold after speaking. A scythe-shaped object shot from his palm. Yun Zijin didn’t take it seriously, stepping lightly with a flash of light! His figure darted toward Wu Feiyang, unleashing a fierce palm strike.
People on both sides of the road gaped, stunned, hardly believing their eyes.
At that moment, Feng Ni woke up. Seeing Witch Granny captured, she desperately tried to save her but was stabbed in the shoulder by a bandit, the blood and pain causing her to faint for a long time.
Qingcheng Daoist priests? After the old man told the villagers this, they recalled the legend of Qingcheng Daoists saving people during the Gong County plague.
“I need to confess something.” Ya Yi suddenly looked at Xi Hen seriously. Xi Hen frowned, unsure what was wrong. “What’s up? Let’s talk in the garden.” Xi Hen put an arm around Ya Yi, and they sat on a garden bench, chatting.
On the Spurs’ chartered flight to Oklahoma, Popovich was nagging his players about something.
“Lord Hades, why not open the gates of the underworld and send the sun back to the mortal realm?” Hathor asked again.
But the golden beetle bit Song Xuanji’s robe, and the next moment, the robe burst into terrifying flames, burning fiercely.
Since the muscle man accidentally hit Fang Tu’s chin with a basketball, the muscle man’s team, Wang Yue, had only attacked Wang Yue twice.
He leaned back on the shrimp’s back, slightly headache-ridden, moving with the team while closing his eyes to rest.
Though he hadn’t fully mastered the techniques the High God taught him this past month, he could still use them. Their power, he believed, would trouble even a late-stage Saint King.
“Stop bullying her!” VV, with big-sister authority, slapped Chang Fei’s hand holding the tail, accidentally hitting Paji Meow’s tail instead.
