Chapter 69: I Beg You, Please Let Me Go

"Yes, it was all my own doing."
Xie Yuhuai nodded, looking at Yu Zi with eyes full of deep doting affection.
Meeting such a familiar gaze, Yu Zi felt as though she might drown in it the next moment.
She hurriedly averted her eyes, and then, pretending to be very busy, spoke up.
"I'm going to get some water."
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Chang Xin was ill and had taken a week's leave from school. This made Ye Wanhong very worried; in her view, illness was the precursor to aging. She often sat by Chang Xin's window and sighed, her gaze full of regret, reluctance, and pity, as if she were watching a delicate red flower wither away.
Caught completely off guard, Xue Buran was pinned beneath my feet and subjected to a fierce beating. His once somewhat handsome face instantly swelled into that of a pig's head, and he shrieked miserably. Everyone present was somewhat stunned; an elite who could be considered outstanding among the younger generation was actually being trampled and beaten like this by me—it was truly unexpected.
It was now late autumn. The tall trees, spruces, dragon blood trees, and maples on Black Tiger Mountain were covered with a thick layer of frost. The rolling ridges were desolate with withered vegetation, and streams from thousands of gullies rushed rapidly toward the clear, ribbon-like river winding down the mountain.
"What is wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Sensing something was amiss, Jones quickly put down her lunch box, walked around the desk, and came to Federal's side.
The flaw in the core had been mended, but the old cultivation method of the Black Kill plane was gone forever; this plane would henceforth adopt the same cultivation method as all the other planes. That is, one must first obtain "cultivation formulas" and then undergo the "fruit-to-core" test. Failing to form a core by the age of eighteen meant one was incapable of cultivation, while forming a core within the age of eighteen marked the stepping into the realm of cultivation.
Lu Yu's expression turned cold, and shortly after, ridges began to spread across the center of his brow—they were swollen blood vessels.
Because that tearing sound was precisely Yun Xiao's forehead being torn open. At this moment, the center of his forehead was slowly splitting apart. This degree of splitting was much greater than when Yun Xiao had used his first eye technique; back then, only a thin slit had opened on his forehead, so narrow that even his eyeball could not be seen.
This endless waiting constituted all of Ace's childhood memories of happiness. Yet now, it was like a thick spike, ruthlessly nailing this sole memory of happiness onto the pillar of agony.
A sinister smile flashed across Liu Tuo's face as internal energy surged throughout his body. With a roar like a dormant dragon shaking the firmament, Liu Tuo let out a mighty shout. The intensely violent sound was like jade shattering against the Kungang mountains or the sudden crash of spring thunder, booming forth and causing the air to vibrate violently. The sound of breaking through the air struck like lightning and flint, piercing the highest heavens.
The Emperor of Shajiang wildly waved and hammered his newly grafted arms, effortlessly smashing huge craters into the ground and easily lifting boulders several times his own size.
This news was like a stick of dynamite, instantly igniting the crowd and making many of them shudder in shock—it was actually an election for the president.
Looking at the photo on her mother's phone of Bai Lixuo and Lin Zhongheng embracing and kissing, Sheng Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. Devastated, she covered her head, tears streaming down her face in fierce anger.
The sky seemed to darken abruptly, and everyone present suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over them, their minds growing sluggish and averse to thought.
With a muffled thump, hearing the sound of someone's head striking the ground, she looked in astonishment at Lu Xingfeng lying on the floor.
The City Lord could only offer a bitter smile. As it turned out, Gu Yanbing and the others had just arrived at Megaloceros City and had no idea what the woodcutter was all about.
A snake? This designation displeased the flood dragon immensely. Opening its cavernous bloody maw, a fierce gust of wind blew the old Daoist priest staggering back a few steps before he landed squarely on his backside, looking utterly wretched.
Spiritual power surged frantically toward the perimeter of the stone wall, and the whirlpool continuously expanded, its deep blue light instantly swallowing up Feng Jianfei's soaring body.