Chapter Thirty-Five: Mistress, I beg you, please help me.

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When the last two characters of the second sentence were spoken, Lin Wu’s reaction was intense; her sore spot had been touched once again.
Did humanity truly possess the technology to control a living creature while causing its brain to wither away early, as if it were a ghost?
I shifted my car to the other side. By now, only his Audi remained at the company entrance. I watched him with a faint smile, sometimes feeling a genuine sense of envy for such young men. They could live without a care, with money to spend every day, luxury cars to drive, girls to chase, expensive spirits to drink, and nightlife to enjoy.
Li Ruhai could envision it: once the siege began, twenty or thirty thousand Salong barbarian troops would swarm the city walls like ants, too numerous to kill in time.
The terrifying magma, heated to thousands of degrees, could incinerate everything; once submerged, one would be reduced to nothing but ash.
Moreover, Lin Man’s living space was decorated entirely in pink, clearly the home of a very lovely girl.
"We should set off." Chuxin had finished her medicine, but she knew her own body; these drugs would bring her no real relief.
As he went out today, he felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity everywhere. He had initially thought it was just the increase in his retinue over the past few days that made him uncomfortable, but now, he suspected it wasn't the followers that were the cause.
Given the current circumstances, she had no choice but to continue enduring, to keep pretending she didn't know them, and then, to search for the cure to her poison. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she could not give up, for she still had many attachments to this world.
Ye Linghan wore a grave expression as he guided his soul imprint toward the center of the primordial flame. If he failed this time, he would not have another two months to forge such a powerful soul imprint again. If he missed this opportunity, he feared there would never be a second chance.

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Just as his opponent was about to close in, he slowly raised his right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve. His movement was deliberate and slow. Yet, in the process, the two Star Demon Flowers floating within his four qi seas bloomed simultaneously, releasing endless phantoms of petals that filled the air, seemingly inexhaustible.
"Excuse me, you two, can I begin my meditation now?" Xie Tong could no longer listen; were these old men here to haggle over a marriage or to assist him in his cultivation?
He had long seen reports in newspapers and online about elderly men and women intentionally sitting on the ground, only to reveal a vicious glint and resort to extortion when kind-hearted passersby tried to help them up. There were also idle youths who targeted luxury cars, lying underneath them to feign injury.
Having been in Japan for only a few days, I had gone out for two meals, only to be dragged into two battles, each more brutal than the last, nearly costing us our lives.
Jin Ren looked at the sky. It was still early for Long Yang to be out of school, and with nowhere else to go and the villagers’ problems still unresolved, he sat back down.
The streets, already cold and deserted, saw the hurried passersby flee in terror at the appearance of the Zhong family warriors. Shops on both sides of the street hurriedly shuttered their doors to avoid being caught in the crossfire. There were no spectators, only the sweeping, slanting rain witnessing it all.
With a strike as swift as autumn leaves falling, he kicked the joint of Xu Jiangnan’s right shoulder before the latter could even touch the ground.
"Why? Please, the advantage of the skies is not yours alone. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being too confident in your own equipment, thereby overlooking the trump card I kept hidden!" As he spoke, Zhen Shifeng gestured toward the carpet beneath his feet, which had transformed into a flying rug named Capriccio.
...causing me to suffer from a stomach ailment due to malnutrition, a pain that remains unbearable to this day. It was only when I saw her at the airport, draped all over the four-eyed cousin of Qian Lanlan, that I realized the white lotus I had once imagined had withered into a vulgar, common rose.
Yu Chenqian took these words to heart. Although he knew she was joking, he took them seriously, deciding to buy an even larger diamond ring in the future.

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Cheng Siping glanced at Kou Yun, a thought flickering through his mind. This girl appeared carefree and simple-minded, but Cheng Siping knew better; she was not simple at all. She was, at the very least, much harder to handle than Mu Hanying. Mu Hanying was truly straightforward, but this one was not.
The moment he first saw Wan Hong, a wave of repulsion surged within Su Yeming. He wanted to reprimand her, but thinking of her deep affection for him, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Seeing her parents arrive, Wen Ruyi finally felt a sense of relief and quickly hid behind them.
Seeing the village chief inquire, Shi Xin and Shi Yi hurriedly changed the subject, placing the food box they were holding on the ground. "She’s doing just fine. These are snacks my third sister made herself; take them for the children to eat. I’ll be going now." With that, they turned and left.
Finally, unable to fight off the sleepiness, he closed his eyes and dozed off at the bedside. This was one of the very few mornings since Mo Qinghan took over the company that he had missed his morning meeting.
The Inagawa-kai enjoyed a close relationship with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and their influence was deeply rooted within the police force and the Self-Defense Forces. Unless it was a life-or-death vendetta, it was best not to provoke the Inagawa-kai if it could be avoided.
A powerful pressure radiated from Su Yeming like a tidal wave. The strength of a cultivator was not something an ordinary person could withstand, and Su Ying, already in pain, was so suppressed by his intangible force that she could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Yet that scoundrel produced an imperial envoy token bestowed by the Emperor, claiming the sage had commanded him to return to the Southern Camp and the Yanbei Camp in disguise to listen to the advice of the generals and soothe them, thereby demonstrating the benevolence of the imperial court.