Chapter 121: Only Through Suffering Can One Walk This World

Amid increasingly complex gazes from others.

The nun, from her kneeling position, first lifted her left foot to stand, her bent knee nearly level with her chest.

Then she twisted her head three hundred and sixty degrees, spinning it fully around to face everyone.

Afterwards, her hands hung naturally downward, her fingertips brushing the ground—her arm span was so vast it could nearly encircle a tree, sending chills down spines.

The key was that each movement of her limbs

He drew a circle with his right hand, then flicked a finger against Long Ling’er’s body. Instantly, her tattered clothes restored to their original state, and even her swollen face returned to normal.

Finally, on a night with favorable wind and the moon obscured by clouds, Bai Ziyu pulled Yun Yuhong and released the hot air balloons, letting them rise one by one into the sky, drifting toward Xiang City.

If she had gotten her nails done or had a manicure, it might not have been visible—but Xia Ruoxin hadn’t done any of that lately.

He called Xia Ruoxin again, only to hear the ringtone coming from inside his own car—on the passenger seat sat her bag.

What was she still clinging to? She should have seen it long ago, long ago. If this was what Bai Ye called choosing her, she would rather never hear it again for the rest of her life.

After the noise continued for a long while, silence returned—and the place became a vast pile of shattered rocks.

Through the ten-centimeter-wide door crack, Lin Rui stared silently for a long time, then decided to go in and see what was wrong with the child.

As Shi Lao turned to leave, Ji Caiyi called out to him: “You’re Shi Lao, right? I’ll go with you.” Whether or not it was her, he had to investigate thoroughly, to see for himself.

Yan Zichen glared at Yan Zun, then scurried over and sat beside Shen Ying, sweetly saying: “Mother~” A pleading child is always the luckiest.

Qian Taoqian found it hard to believe; she had high hopes for Jiang Xuantong, for Jiang Xuantong was a powerhouse of that era, his methods and abilities far surpassing those of today’s martial cultivators.

“My patience is limited. I give you three seconds—your hand breaking won’t be my concern!” Ji Yuyan threatened, his hand resting on the automatic door-closing button.

Ji Yubin heard the wailing from inside the room and shook his head. Those who didn’t know might think she owned countless outfits, when in truth she had only five or six.

Even Superman has a yellow sun to fuel his infinite regeneration and immortality—but Brainiac’s opposite nature means Earth’s sun doesn’t help him; instead, it weakens him.

Remember, Chu Yi had brought no more than a few hundred cavalrymen to Taiyuan—but in Taiyuan City, Hu Limu and others contributed over two thousand mounts, allowing Chu Yi to raise over two thousand cavalry in such a short time.

On this day, the three household heads sat in a hall reeking of blood; the Short-Legged Tiger leaned against a high-backed chair, making his stunted frame nearly invisible.

Since the year he turned four, his parents died in a car accident. His sister and he were adopted separately—his brother went to England with his adoptive parents, and they never saw each other again.

Arthur wanted to join in the commotion, but… this wasn’t the sea; his movement speed was slightly slower.

The dumb dog’s fur rapidly lengthened, instantly engulfing the sky and tightly wrapping everything within.

Not only him—even Dong Yue and Wu Yu failed to see when Qi Ze dodged Li Daniu’s attack.

“Ten purple coins.” A low voice suddenly cut through the noisy bidding, plunging the hall back into silence.