53. Tsukuyomi Universalis
Pain... A neural agony as searing as a branding iron. With one hand, Wakaba held tightly to Sakiko, while the other clutched fiercely at her own bangs.
Years had passed; she had thought she was grown now, that she had finally grasped her life firmly in her own hands, that she could bid farewell to that helpless rage. But she had failed once more, plunging downward into the vortex of time, reverting to the lonely child she had been so many years ago.
How alike it was—this scene before her was the spitting image of that year her sister...
Liu Dong clenched his fists, itching to land a few blows on the man. Yet he could not resort to violence; otherwise, he would be caught in the act by so many watching eyes, handing them leverage. If he was going to beat him, he would have to find a deserted corner, slip a sack over his head, and pummel him to within an inch of his life.
Clearly, she had glanced toward the door; she had wanted him to return sooner. She had wanted to turn to him for help, but the moment he approached, he only met her with fierce hostility.
The two of us were bound together by a single heavy chain, our faces pressed close, our flesh touching flesh. Fortunately, at least, my clothes were still on.
Occupied by the tense match, Liang Fei could only focus on preparing to take the stage. Besides, with Boss Zhang in the opposing stands showing no signs of leaving, he had let down his guard.
Who could have foreseen such miserable luck? With a stumble of my feet, I nearly crashed to the ground. Liu Yu hurriedly grabbed my arm—precisely the spot where I had been badly injured. The pain wrung tears from my eyes, and I let out a sharp cry.
Han Jinyu was talking nonsense with her eyes wide open, feigning an expression of deep concern while harboring precisely such malicious intentions.
Lin Mengling thought to herself: just as before, I will remain silent and passive. Once she has beaten me to her heart's content, this matter will finally pass.
This Ye Qingzhou possessed a higher learning than anyone present, and precisely for that reason, he was all the more susceptible to the sway of these profound maxims.
To avoid being implicated, someone in the circle of that President Wang had taken the initiative to disclose the matter to Elder Fang.
Liu Yun gave a faint click of his tongue, thinking to himself that if SMIC truly possessed genuine strength, he would hardly need to look farther afield and trouble TSMC.
To exist as a void, yet possess consciousness—it was hardly a pleasant state of affairs, least of all when trapped within this hazy expanse.
The ancient Celestial Emperor, joining forces with the Divine Maiden Xuanyuan, had exhausted every means to probe the secrets of the Kunlun back ridge. After endless investigation, they finally discovered that the dignified Emperor Taiyi was no different from those bizarre entities lurking in the back ridge. One could only wonder what sort of thoughts passed through their minds.
"Yun Jingsheng, even if I cannot kill you, as long as Pei Lu still draws breath, he or his disciples will inevitably come seeking the truth once they discover it," You Xingtu said with a loud laugh.
Hearing this, the skeletal eyes of the wicked young master nearly popped out of their sockets. He stared at Fang Tang in a semi-demented stupor, his mouth opening and closing as if to say something, though no words ultimately came forth.
Yet, since this matter had been spoken aloud by Miao Qingqing herself, they had no choice but to believe it.
"Understood." Zhao Ning loaded the two bullets into the magazine, pulled back the bolt, raised his long rifle, and casually fired a shot at the zombie bounding toward him.
The people aboard the pleasure boat were left alternating between laughter and tears by Lin Feng's suspenseful antics. Even His Majesty and the Crown Prince wore wry smiles.
None could tell whether Tianpeng, should he ever learn that another former incarnation of himself had returned, would feel gratitude or panic.
"Today I have an important mission to entrust to you, yet you present yourselves to me looking like a pack of sickly invalids. How can we possibly win a battle in such a state?" Lin Feng declared.
The conditions proposed by Xia Xinguo were undoubtedly targeted directly at Dai Anni. I had no ties to her whatsoever; what possible meaning could a date hold? I even harbored a vague dread that she would deliberately orchestrate things so that Dai Anni would catch us together. After all, the way Wei Zixuan's affair with her had been exposed to Dai Anni was certainly no coincidence.
Just as Yu Zhen had replied during Cen Yutong's interview, he had reined in his genuine emotions. Though he spoke with a tone of banter, it was entirely impossible to discern whether he harbored any bias toward Tang Su.
Dry fingers radiating warmth—the tactile sense of the skin could feel the thin, rough calluses, hinting that their owner was well-accustomed to the battlefield and weapons of war.