60 Butterfly (24)
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Watching his wife and son both embroiled in the thick of battle, Lin Feilong gripped the iron axe he always carried and rushed toward the fray.
“There’s no need for sorrow. When you miss them, they’re thinking of you too,” said the blind man.
“Of course I know how deep these waters run, which is why I only had them track Chen Xu’s location instead of making a direct move,” Zhang Minxiang said, his expression contemplative.
“And who are you?” Lin Feng found this man far less courteous than Liu Quan. At least Liu Quan would introduce himself before asking another’s name, while this person simply looked down from above. So Lin Feng countered with a question of his own.
After an entire night of physical tests, Dongzi was so exhausted he didn’t even want to move a finger; at this moment, all he wished for was sleep.
They arrived. Lin Feng filled his cup with tea, took a gentle sip, and quietly watched as these people entered the forest.
Qi Lin had already reconstructed the celestial map in his mind, connecting the 108 stars in sequence as points of light, and, finally, merging all eight maps into one. A vast chart of the heavens unfolded vividly in his mind’s eye.
In that instant, he truly faced the world—faced a heart buried by the dust of years. Only now did his spirit begin to beat anew, and with each pulse, stories began to unfold.
When Brother San emerged from the Island of Life with a host of the Chosen, he saw only that the orc army had retreated into the distance, and that Xintian, drenched in blood, still stood like a god at the portal.
At the same time, Xintian issued orders to the perfected puppets on Nolan Star—Shi An, Andy, and others—directing the alien coalition on Nolan to attack his great mist and fire formation.
Shen Sanniang also sneered, “A whore? You’ve slept with her? Could you even afford her?” Gongsun Duan suddenly turned, punching her hard in the stomach.
As Yu Yangzi flipped his right hand, a strange black-and-white mirror appeared. It soared into the sky, tracing a dazzling arc through the night.
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Yet her neatly combed hair was now in disarray, and the anxiety and terror on her face were no pretense.
The sight of this army of bicycles persisted until after 2006, when bicycles gradually gave way to electric scooters.
“Why not?” everyone wondered in their hearts. Wits and hard work—aren’t those the very qualities a martial artist needs most?
After nine solemn, majestic chimes, a heavy silence descended upon the great hall. Under everyone’s gaze, a phantom suddenly appeared atop the cloud terrace, as if squeezed out from space itself, gradually taking on solid form without so much as a ripple in the air, appearing silently before them all.
To achieve power beyond one’s rank required something of an even higher order. Without the fortune to encounter transcendent treasures, Zhang Zhiping knew it would be nearly impossible to reach such a realm—unless he could comprehend the unity of heaven and man at its highest level, so that the will of heaven and his own were one, and thus become the very embodiment of the world.
“What happened that you called me back so urgently—especially now, after I’ve already resigned?” Though Staff Officer Gong Tian had left the TPC, in truth, he still longed to return.
My head aches from the thinking—my heart aches, my eyes are sore and burning, my stomach is twisted in knots. Tears roll down uncontrollably, and I wish I could erase every trace of these memories.
A muffled cry of pain rang out. Sensing a formidable foe, the dark figure immediately turned, attempting to retreat back into the pond.
Wu Lingyu sat quietly in his seat, saying nothing. He hadn’t even wanted to attend this meeting, but Sima Youyue had insisted he come, in hopes he might glean some tidbit of news.
It could be said that at this moment, Mo Yufei’s peril in using fragments of his divine sense to create illusions had reached its absolute peak.
At this, I was startled too. That massive knife wound, the stitches still visible—a single glance revealed that this Gangzi was once a thorough scoundrel.
Jiang Yun, Lin Xueyao—they could only protect themselves. When it came to facing real difficulties, neither knew where to begin.
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Li Xiehua fretted, “That’s all we can do. We’ve offended both team leaders—where am I supposed to find a new teacher for Class 5 on such short notice? Let’s just hope the school leadership doesn’t inspect Class 5 tomorrow morning. When the time comes, I’ll stand at the bottom of the building and do all I can to steer them toward other classes.” After saying this, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.
Yet, when later Guixian’er saw the four prodigies, Mo Yufei and Li Shanshan, exchanging pleasantries and warmth, but treating her as if she were nothing more than an ant, entirely beneath notice…
Most renowned martial artists of Xu Cheng’s era made grand entrances, only to be courted by warlords—some became bodyguards to high-ranking military men, others were appointed instructors to teach hand-to-hand combat and grappling techniques.
Later, Cailing smiled, her eyes crescent-shaped; she seemed truly happy—her happiness so simple, so easily satisfied.
These past days, she kept recalling what Tang Jinchen had said: that he would change careers for her sake, because he didn’t want her to live in constant fear, nor did he want his profession to drag her into danger.
“Isn’t it obvious? Who else but his sworn brother, Huang Feihu, could have caused this mess?” The bank’s second manager, Li He, sneered.
Xu Nanxing thought it over—how true it was. If only he’d tried a different approach in the beginning, he might have gained favor from Gu Huaizhi without resorting to Shen Ruzhen, sparing them both pain and loss.
Lu Dongzan had no suspicions. With Prince Ji’s wealth, buying supplements was hardly surprising.