Chapter 125: I Am My Own God

Zhao Yao witnessed for the first time in his life the true caliber of the continent's top literary masters.

Swords of the tongue, pens like blades, dissecting hearts and gouging lungs, shaking the soul and stirring the spirit.

Hong Kong Island was not without its quarrels; on the contrary, newspapers and radio stations argued daily, but those who watched closely knew that while the vulgarity and venom of their language ranked first in the world, the pettiness was obvious to any clear-eyed observer.

Fang Xinghe was different; the more Zhao Yao pondered it, the more he could appreciate that grand sharpness.

Grand.

"Time flows backward; you, the Xiang family, must apologize and admit your fault to me half a year ago." Fang Tianfeng's voice was extremely cold.

"So that is how it is. If so, you might as well follow the precedent! Find a suitable time and let Luo Qin ascend the throne!" Chen Zaixing smiled, though his heart secretly drummed with unease.

"Good!" the children responded in unison, sitting down neatly under the banyan tree by the well, their pairs of dark, round eyes staring at Song Can.

A sudden attack ended it thus: the allied forces lost thirty thousand, while the criminal masses lost over four hundred thousand undead troops; that was all.

"Good, good, good!" Bao Feiyang had already proven he could treat Zhang Hongxiang's physical problems; having witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, Zhang Chengshan harbored no more doubts and obeyed every word Bao Feiyang spoke.

"If I agree to this condition, then I ask, who in Shanghai can provide such a guarantee?" Chen Zaixing asked in a low voice.

The long snake advanced with ferocious momentum; Liu Yansong's mind turned instantly, realizing it was a Demon-Binding Rope, a supreme-grade Dao artifact, truly fearsome beyond measure.

"That place was Luo Lin's favorite in her lifetime; I hope she can be buried there!" Chen Zaixing said, his voice somewhat choked.

"What is the maximum discount possible?" Hearing there was a discount, Guan Kaixin's heart was stirred once again.

All the Smart soldiers and civilians present fell to their knees, staring blankly at the sky, their mouths unconsciously murmuring prayers.

Martin's handsome face was equally cold, yet he still walked over to embrace her when Luo Qing entered, then kissed her cheek.

She wore a camisole underneath, and the sports short-sleeved cardigan she had put on over it seemed to be added at the last moment, with crease marks still visible on the shoulders.

When Jiang Sheng pushed the door open, Xi Muchen was leaning against the carpet in front of the sofa, holding a canned beer and tilting his head back to gulp it down.

Unlike the police they had encountered the previous two times, these few officers were very polite to them, allowing them to drive their own car to the police station.

Wu Laoda sat upright in his chair, mouth slightly open, expression solemn, as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture mid-speech; below the hall sat two rows of people, divided by their attire into two factions; among those on the left, two looked familiar, while those opposite were all strangers.

Time passed second by second in contemplation and silence; after waiting a while, feeling that the Dao Heart still showed no reaction, and seeing that Wei Junyao and Shui'er outside remained utterly motionless, I knew for certain that I was not in the coffin at this moment, but perhaps, as before, had entered another space.

When Yu Aimin and Hou Xiaoxiu pushed the door open, Yu Wanyin was standing on the balcony, watching the family driver park Lou Yuting's black Hongqi on the parking pad.

That thought, which to them was heretical, probably no one would believe if she spoke it.

He was not unaware of the conference room rules: during meetings, no one was allowed to enter and disturb.

Sword rain flashed through the air, rushing forward; palms joined, summoning the four-directional Green Yuan Sword Qi, condensing a beam of green sword energy that seemed almost solid, its sword intent peerless, its sharpness captivating.

The fierce wind was biting, surging like a river turned upside down toward Ning Yi; in the blink of an eye, the long spear and sharp blades all struck him.

"Look, this is still claiming to consider the safety of the whole world; it's a joke." The general manager threw the telegram aside.