Chapter 35: Autumn, You Have Mutated

Di Qiu was slightly taken aback, watching the small text on the screen that had been held out to him.

In just a second, the glowing screen was extinguished, fading to black.

"..."

Observing Sikong Lu, who was casting cautious glances left and right, Di Qiu watched as he tucked his phone away, shoved his hands into his pockets, and leaned in to whisper:

"Well? I've told you about my ability; it's time you told me about yours."

"Don't blame me for not being clear with you earlier. The Bureau has regulations; under normal circumstances, S3-level anomalies..."

"If Brother Juntian enters the manor directly, he will likely be beaten to death on the spot. I’ll have to find some way to handle this," Ye Zhen said.

What frustrated Iskandar the most was that because the enemies were stone statues, many tactics that would have been considered massacres against living allies were now perfectly viable. Once the Army of the King was surrounded, the enemy archers began to fire in waves, with countless arrows surging forward like a colossal, overwhelming tide.

A security guard asked me what I was doing there. I told him I was looking for their boss. He asked if I had an appointment, and I said no, but I would give him a call to let him know.

Zhang Jin rested his chin in his hand. It seemed his apprentice still viewed his temperament and personality through the lens of the past. If she knew about the things he had done at TVB, there was no telling how shocked she would be.

In less than a second, he had already been blasted away and killed, unable to even struggle.

He still needed to leverage the immense resources of the guild to collect various cultivation items saturated with energy.

Shiva’s archetype is the storm god Rudra. The name Shiva emerged during the Hindu period, signifying both prosperity and auspiciousness, while simultaneously symbolizing destruction.

Kujujuku Sakuya could never have imagined that a person who forced Soul Society to mobilize eleven captains and lieutenants would have his chest pierced through in a single encounter.

"I didn't say it wouldn't work out, and you shouldn't go around spreading nonsense to Sister Li and the others. It’s just that the chances of success are slim, so let’s stick to the standard procedure and stop talking about useless things. Just listen to me," Grandma said, heading straight to the kitchen to get busy.

I had long since pushed this matter to the back of my mind, and it wasn't until he mentioned it that I remembered his wife hadn't been around for a very long time.

The willow trees lining the road danced gracefully in the breeze. The air was filled with the sweet, fragrant scent of osmanthus blossoms.

Because of that one glance, he had lived his entire life in the midst of fire and water; even if he were to be consumed by flames, he would do so willingly.

"Let us witness how the Bugatti Veyron meets its total destruction. Please turn around," Yin Ruojun said, pointing to the slowly moving lunchbox.

For the past year or so, the Sea Goddess Temple on Phoenix Mountain, known to the locals as the Lady’s Temple, had seen its incense offerings grow increasingly prosperous.

Yin Ruojun turned her head away, wearing an expression that suggested she didn't want to see Mo Xi, and dropped a single, cold sentence before falling silent.

"Pfft, hahaha! Hahaha!" Mo Xi couldn't help herself and poked Yin Ruojun in the face. She decided that when she had the chance, she would definitely ask: why was this person sometimes cold, sometimes hilarious, and sometimes, damn it, even a little cute?

Xiang Qinglan reached out to touch her cheek and blinked gently. A tear slid down her burning skin; it truly hurt.

The feeling of having one's feet on solid ground was the most authentic. Even though single-soldier flight gear was advanced enough to simulate the sensation of walking on terrain almost perfectly, it still couldn't compare to the feeling of one's own feet touching the earth.

"As for Louise and Aliya, I’ll trouble you to say goodbye to them for me," Lin Fang said, before turning and walking away.

Everyone looked delighted upon hearing this. After all, Ji Changyu was no ordinary county magistrate; his connections were formidable, and his approval carried profound significance.

Daoist Yan Si narrowed his eyes again, but this time it was to focus his vision, trying to get a clear look at this unique practitioner—a practitioner capable of "clearing the mind to see one's nature, and reflecting upon the true self."