Does my brother always show such generosity?

He paid no mind to it, and Song Mi was naturally unaffected as well. Even if the sky were to fall, there was no need to rush; or perhaps, even if the sky were collapsing, it would have to wait until they had completed this ritual. Outside the car, the warm winter sun cast a thin light over the somewhat deserted city streets. Inside, the two sat facing each other, hands clasped, their eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection. Silence spoke louder than words.

Xu the Skinner had surely seen the wounds on Uncle's body, for he kept swallowing hard over the phone—he was terrified.

"My lady, I apologize. The Master has decreed that no guests are to be received for the time being, so I must ask you to return another day." The butler bowed to Chu Yunxi and spoke with respectful formality.

The most horrific sight was that his face had vanished entirely; all that met the eye was a blurred mass of blood, with even his features indistinguishable.

"I am wondering if the Red Moon is about to emerge," Tang Sancheng said, looking up. Clouds were slowly gathering around the moon. Could it be? Why would clouds drift over at such a time? Would they not obscure the moon?

"Wei Yao, how can such shameless words come from your mouth? It was you who deceived me!" Mother’s fury was punctuated by the sound of shattering plates; she must have swept the dinner table clean.

"Damn it, can such a thing really happen?" Cong Yang cursed, drawing a roll of the eyes from Shen Bing.

I felt that she was likely to agree to be with me, and in my emotional turmoil, I didn't eat much, leaving quite a bit behind. As a smoker, I have the habit of having a cigarette after a meal—it is a necessity—but when I brought the cigarettes out from the room, I saw her shoveling the leftover noodles into her mouth, and it made me angry.

She was wearing a silk robe with an off-the-shoulder, short-hemmed design, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with white steam rising from the top of her head.

Li Gongfu looked at Shi Hui, then at Fa Hai, and could only shake his head before taking the children out to play.

After the onset of autumn, Tai Xuan Xinjie, the head of the "One-Blade School" who had crossed the sea from Japan, began to rise to prominence in the martial arts world. Compared to Tianfeng Shishiro, the father of Wuhua and Nangong Ling, this Tai Xuan Xinjie was clearly far more cunning.

"I'm asking you! Why are you here? Are you looking for Liu Suyun?" Wang Qiang asked with irritation.

This fireball seemed even more powerful, and Li Yi failed to gauge the distance correctly, ending up buried under the displaced soil.

Fo Lian heard Yun Xue’s words but remained silent, watching her calmly, ready to engage in a life-or-death struggle should she strike again.

Just as I pulled out my phone, before I could decide what to do, a sudden "bang, bang, bang" came from the door.

Miaoyin Ridge was already one of the peak powers on the Tianwu Continent. To offend it was to be unable to move an inch; if one wished to survive, there was only a slim hope of lingering on.

Qin Hao realized that the people around him had changed their expressions upon seeing him strike the Azure Dragon Drum. Now that even the Vice Dean had arrived, it was clear that the drum was no ordinary object, and Qin Hao truthfully recounted what had happened.

Under the nourishment of the spiritual rain, the two sixth-level vortexes within his body completed a full cycle of operation, growing and reaching their peak state.

Having sold the sheep, Zhang Jianguo felt completely uneasy. Arriving at the market and seeing the waiting customers, he panicked. Not daring to enter through the front, he tried to circle around to the back door, only to be spotted by a sharp-eyed customer.

"If we're talking about the strange occurrences of the Southwest Guard, there is one: the heaven and earth essence in our academy has vanished inexplicably several times!" Liu Yan spoke up first.

Chen Jianfeng had sprinted forward for over two hundred kilometers until he reached a high peak, one half again as tall as the mountains he had seen before. After observing the area, he finally spotted patches of grass flattened in one direction, indicating that someone had passed over it; he had not been chasing in the wrong direction.

This left Ting Feng unsure whether to be happy or sad. He should have been happy that his parents had stopped scolding him, but he was sad that "being kicked by a cow" had become a household catchphrase about him.