27 The Third Person

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The simplest wish for any parent is nothing more than for their child to live a safe, peaceful, and smooth life.
"A weak soldier makes a weak unit, and a weak general makes a weak army." This saying is truly accurate; with a good-for-nothing like Lei Peng, what kind of capable soldiers could he possibly lead?
With that, Qin Tian set up a simple formation. It wasn't anything extraordinary—designed only to block a single attack—but given his profound cultivation, being able to withstand one strike was enough.
Ye Liuyun’s aura erupted, deep and formidable, swelling outward to instantly envelop the entire space.
In the activity room after school, she and classmate Hoshino—the setting sun shone through the windows, and even the breeze carried a romantic scent.
Since Li Wudao had spent a fortune to win him over, he likely wouldn't object to his adoption of exotic beasts, so he used his words to finalize the matter.
"My dear lady, since you’ve had your fill tonight, why not go back to your room and sleep? Why come squeeze into our room?"
Although some had died due to the war, those lost were far fewer than one-twentieth of the total human population.
Wader nodded and took the booklet. The moment he saw the first page, a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes.
Ying Zheng was clearly eyeing someone else’s territory. He hadn't even sorted out his own house yet; was it necessary to be looking at the pot while eating from his own bowl?
Lu Fei spoke to the front desk, and they immediately led him into an office further inside. It was not particularly large, perhaps thirty square meters, and furnished quite simply—aside from a desk, there were only a sofa and a tea table for guests, but it was kept impeccably tidy.
This was the ice-element domain skill, "Extreme Cold Domain." Within this domain, the caster is the monarch; everything is under her control, and the effects of her skills are amplified several times over.

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Could it be that the dinner with Song Yunxi that night had demonstrated such a good relationship that Song Yunjie was now wary and dared not act rashly?
If it were in the past, Wu Yong would certainly have been tempted, but now he was already spoken for. For the sake of love, he had to give up on the rest of the forest. What could he do? In life, one must lose to gain.
Lin Yu noticed something amiss and walked silently to Ouyang Yu’s side, tapping her back lightly. Ouyang Yu felt her body ease significantly, though a trace of confusion appeared on her face.
This secret chamber was not very large, and there were only a couple of places to hide: under the surgical table or inside the cabinet where instruments were kept. But in an emergency, there wouldn't be enough time to crawl into a cabinet; the only option was to hide under the table.
The left half was like the sun, so blinding that Lin Yu couldn't keep his eyes open. The right half was as pitch-black as ink, just like the shadow of the sun.
Old Zhang, Zhang Shiqiu, appeared at just the right moment. Seeing Wang Xing’s predicament, he introduced him to a friend who also dealt in brand-name panels and agreed to settle the bill after the project was completed—this was practically a godsend. Overjoyed, the three of them swore to be brothers and went to a restaurant to get thoroughly drunk, finally settling the matter.
Wang Tian gave a wry smile. He could tell that Zhao Liuru was just fooling around, hoping to watch a good show. He couldn't blame her; after all, it was his own fault for drinking last night and being unable to keep his hands to himself.
Sakuragi Hanamichi, Rukawa Kaede, Haruko, The Gorilla, and the others were etched into the hearts of countless viewers. "Slam Dunk" became synonymous with passion—the most authentic basketball animation in the manga world, and now, it was finally time for its release.
This ultimate move would surely be enough to kill Koryl in an instant, without giving her any time to react.
Just as Chen Feng was brewing another attack, the Wind and Thunder Secret Venerable suddenly threw his head back and let out a sharp cry. His body heaved, and a look of extreme agony appeared on his face.
To put it vividly, it was as if a boundless white continent had sprouted many mountains made of thick clouds. The top of each mountain was a new continent, and above those continents were more mountains, and above those mountains were more continents—forming an endless, boundless ocean of countless continents.
"Sigh." After five minutes, a soft sigh came from the other end of the phone. Wang Chengji was unwilling to give up, but what could he do? He had to consider the family; he couldn't act on impulse. He suddenly felt a bit of envy for his son, young and spirited, fearless because he knew nothing.

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"That makes it even simpler. My parents hope I find a good marriage..." Su Yin said, beginning to pack up the items on her stall and covering them to prevent dust from settling.
In the damp, water-logged marsh, there was a patch of dry earth protruding several yards above the water. In the center of the mound was a dark, cavernous hole. Someone cast a fireball into the opening, and by the light of the flames, one could see it was a winding stone cave.
The phantom dissipated after speaking. It lacked independent consciousness, appearing more like a magical projection or a recording of some kind.
Yue Qianyin was the most qualified to speak regarding sound, and the eyes of the three were fixed on her, waiting for her evaluation.
The people of the tranquil lake village seemed to have a tradition of building cemeteries near the village. In that graveyard, the traces of green mist eroding the tombstones were clearly visible. In front of five of the tombstones, large pits had been dug; the corpses inside were likely the five mutated monsters.
Zheng Mo was certainly not bad-looking; foreign affairs personnel are the face of a nation. If Zheng Mo were truly unsightly, he wouldn't even have a chance to be a clerk responsible for handling affairs. But what is a "frenemy"? A frenemy is someone who says whatever is hurtful and isn't satisfied unless they sting you. So...
No one spoke. They watched the crack disappear, watched the energy sweep across the surroundings, and felt the faint trembling in the grand hall.
In the void, Mother Flower chattered incessantly. With every word, her expression grew colder and more arrogant, and her gaze toward Lin Huang became increasingly dismissive.
The betting agreement was simple. At the time, in order to inflate the valuation of Fengrui, Li Feng had made a three-year bet with Masayoshi Son: if Fengrui’s market value reached $10 billion in three years, SoftBank would concede 10% of its shares to Fengrui; conversely, if it failed, Fengrui would concede 10% to SoftBank.