Such a bizarre shift caught even Wei Yuan—who had originally steeled his heart to perish together in mutual destruction—completely off guard, freezing him where he stood. Yet he did not stop, continuing to gather the specks of sparks. In the blink of an eye, over ten million people had voluntarily offered themselves in sacrifice, and even more were already making preparations. The only reason most of them had not yet laid down their lives was that they were saying farewell to their families.
The woman glanced at Wei Yuan and said, "That is enough. Disperse the fire."
Wei Yuan did not budge.
The woman's voice turned cold as she said, "I said, that is enough—"
With the apartment rental settled so smoothly, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. After closing the shop early at seven in the evening, I returned to the hotel to pack my bags, checked out, and headed straight for Jingyu Yipin.
Yet the waves of pain washing over her and the unsteady tremors running through her spirit body made it painfully clear to her that her current state was dire.
Just as the black formation disk was about to reach the top of the Ghost General's head, the Grand Elder slammed his palms together and ground out a single word through clenched teeth.
When Nan Qing woke up this morning, she had already reviewed the test reports of the various sample specimens sent in the previous night while washing up.
The dagger stabbed down toward the octopus tentacle with a squelch; only the very tip of the blade pierced into the octopus flesh.
Merely breathing the air of this world made one feel a sense of nothingness and decay; this was a world saturated with despair, involuntarily evoking a profound pity from deep within.
Through years of tacit understanding, they never questioned each other's motives, knowing full well that there had to be a good reason.
The Old Matron motioned for someone to gag Concubine Qiao's mouth and drag her outside. Only when she turned toward Li Jiayan did Old Matron Song's expression soften slightly.
"Captain Ukitake, Vice-Captain Kaien!" Rukia Kuchiki called out from behind him.
Before long, a butler hurried inside and handed Faisal a bank card forged from pure gold, engraved with an account number and the royal emblem of Dubai.
Ye Yaoyao struggled emotionally, but before she could finish speaking, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, she slowly fainted away.
The great spear whirled like the millstone of the Underworld. Mount Kongtong was a sacred Daoist ground, and the Twelve Spears of Kongtong were originally Liuhe Dao spears; once unleashed, they seemed to declare: Where else could the end of mortal life lie if not in the Underworld?
Before this, no one had treated Gu Qing as a child who could be communicated with. People had patience with her, but they never truly "communicated" with her. Before she went to Lu Mofeng's side, Gu Qing had been an abandoned child.
It was as though someone had quietly taken one's beloved toy to play with without saying a word, and had never intended to return it.
"It's possible. I'll climb over the wall to take a look," Sheng Guoqiang told Zhuge Xin to crouch down. Stepping onto her shoulder, he hoisted himself onto the top of the old manor's wall and vaulted inside.
A chubby boss walked out, and upon seeing He Zhuohua, hurried over with a smile to inquire, fine wrinkles bunching densely at the corners of his eyes from his beaming expression.
"No ward in the brush," Wu Xin warned. The trade between both sides had left Tahm Kench no time to place a defensive ward in the brush.
Her eyes were once again like frozen spring water, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion. She continued to lie there in silence, watching the tragic scene of corpses carpeting the wilderness before her. As drifting wisps of blood streaked past her vision, she knew this was her final moment.
Dark Ruin, an assassin bearing the title of King of Killers, possessed a bizarre method of concealing his aura such that no one could detect his presence; he never struck without purpose, but whenever he did, his mark was doomed to perish. The mage beside Buri caught only a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy figure, yet Buri collapsed to the ground with a long, drawn-out shriek.
A faint mist drifted within the depths of her eyes, like thin plumes of hearth smoke rising from cottage rooftops after a gentle drizzle.
By now, the heavy rain had long ceased. The air washed clean by the rainfall felt exceptionally fresh, though mingled with the faint scent of decaying leaves, which was not unpleasant. Along the way, one encountered many street sweepers working diligently to clear the fallen leaves from the pavement, while others were busy trimming the flora and greenery, creating a scene of bustling industry.
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