19 Leaving Him

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Xiang Yue, Uncle Xiang, and the Zhu parents had intended to discuss the matter, but once the fragrant fish soup, the platter of dried meat, and the vibrant cold dishes were placed on the table, even adults with good self-control lost interest in conversation. The room fell strangely quiet for a moment.
Clang, clang... Somewhere, old vehicle parts rattled with occasional vibrations, while a few elderly men and women sat nearby, eyes closed in rest.
"Stop, don't say another word, I'll do it, okay!" Tao Lesi, unnerved by Xing Tianyu’s words, snatched the crystal ball and began to focus her imagination.
Yu Weiyan watched the two flirting—people who could be called elderly in this era—and felt a headache coming on. For a split second, she wondered if she had made the wrong decision.
The phantom power struck Le Bing’s arm directly. She cried out in pain and immediately tried to extinguish it with water-based phantom power, but the searing heat still made her face twitch in agony.
Fang Zheng didn't believe that killing evil people was a sin, but certain passages in the Buddhist scriptures left him feeling conflicted and troubled. How could he find the heart to film? He just wanted to clear his mind; otherwise, he couldn't go on like this. The previous Zen cultivation had already pushed him to his limit.
After being tossed back and forth a couple of times, Naruto found himself roughly back where he started, close to Kakashi.
Sitting upon the lotus throne, one is indestructible. To break the defense of the Golden Lotus of Merit, one would need a Sage to act personally. But how could a Sage disregard their status to steal the destiny of the Jie Sect?
"Yes, this is the Bracelet of Shadows, the only key to opening the ruins of Enrique. It’s just that the Grand Magus Enrique sealed its ability to summon the undead." Quentin stared at the bracelet in Amy’s hand, his eyes glowing with greed.
Compared to Sunu and Amy, Tiger knew a bit more. Knowing that the Yaze Continent was safe for now, he realized there must be some turning point, yet he couldn't help but gasp at the fate awaiting the continent.
After Guan Zizai left, the people in the courtyard clamored for a while before shouldering their tools and heading home. The courtyard gradually fell silent.
Gu Yan did not answer her question; he simply kept smiling at her gently, occasionally placing food into her bowl.
Yunze was a place of fierce customs, where murder and arson were frequent; it had been a lawless land since ancient times.
Although Luochen had become an official genin in the past half-month, the gap between him and a jonin was too vast. He couldn't even take a single strike from Mizunuki Kaze and his fate remained uncertain.

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Although Mr. Lin Yuan had entered the mathematical community only recently, he had cracked several of the world’s top fifty unsolved problems at the Fields Medal ceremony, making a tremendous contribution to international mathematics.
Amid the expectant gazes of countless media outlets and the public, the day of the victory celebration finally arrived.
Yet, what appeared to be shortcomings in the eyes of ordinary people became, to Chen Youting, proof of Guan Xiaojun’s uniqueness.
After this continued for a full hour, the tedious and solemn sacrificial rites were mostly complete, leaving only the final address by the sacrificer.
I don't know if I was bewildered by his steady nature, but I found myself drowning in his tenderness, lost in wild, passionate kisses.
With a good example set at the front, the players who came later to buy game currency followed suit and lined up honestly.
Arriving at the cafeteria, Lin Yuan did not skimp on himself this time and ordered a long-awaited meat dish. After lunch, he parked his car in one of the school’s lots—parking under the dormitory building didn't feel appropriate—and returned to his dorm.
If Tongtian willed it, he could grant the entire Wu clan a primordial spirit in an instant, completely altering the future of the clan.
After Qi Ruoyu stepped out of the restroom, she saw Shen Si looking down at his phone with a gloomy expression, and she couldn't help but frown.
The helicopter roared, kicking up a mist of snow as it hovered hundreds of meters above the peak of Wolong.
These were fierce beasts tainted by dark power, controlled and no longer feeling pain. For them, slaughter was the only meaning left.
Young Master Lin was too low-key; being this wealthy, he still chose to live in the suburbs. If it were him, he would have bought a villa in the city center long ago.
As he spoke, snow fell onto his face. At first, it was cold and crisp, but human skin has warmth; by the time the snowflakes melted into water and slid down his cheeks, the droplets had turned warm.
On the battlefield, with so many ninjas and complex situations, no one could predict what kind of accidents might occur.

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Uncle Yue held a special position, second only to Qiu Mang and on par with Lin Zongyi. If he were to assist Feng Siqian in a clandestine strike, Lin Zongyi would be in real danger.
"Hyatt is the company owned by Lu Tingyan’s mother, you know that, right? Well, it’s mine now," Ye Bei chuckled.
*Whoosh!* A whistling gale from a punch suddenly swept toward the back of Minato’s head.
Looking at the numbers on the scoreboard, victory seemed to be beckoning to Gao Xiang. The court was filled with cheers and applause for him. Yet, as the victor-to-be, he couldn't feel happy at all; instead, he felt a suffocating sense of repression.
Just as he stepped into the hall, he ran into Chen Xing, who was retreating after reporting the situation. Bound by protocol, Chen Xing couldn't speak, so he could only signal to Chen Feng with a look of respect before withdrawing.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared across the sky above this nascent, large-scale stronghold.
Early the next morning, Mother ordered people to prepare a carriage and some food, intending to head to Xingguo Temple.
"Level, level four?" Zhao Qian stammered, shivering inexplicably as he recalled the miserable experience of taking his own English Level 4 exam.
Yao Chuxi also sent a gift; it wasn't as extravagant as Concubine De’s, but it consisted of excellent, nourishing items.
To be honest, Yang Xu was a bit afraid of the old man, but he couldn't bring himself to reject his wife’s good intentions, so he followed her into Zhang Bofang’s room.
Therefore, in a one-on-one situation without a defensive teammate, a Summoner is at a disadvantage against a Fire Spirit Master. This was an inherently unfair challenge; when Yang Bian accepted Black Ze’s duel, everyone felt the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
Ni Duoshi spat, but when he tried to move, his whole body was limp. The black mist around him seemed to have physical form, flowing slowly, and his surroundings felt as if he were submerged in a current.