Chapter 1125: Did Ancient Times Have No Concept of Quiet Recuperation?

"Brother Lu Yang, you will surely recover."

"Junior Brother, everyone will always remember you."

"Brother Lu, you are the pride of our Wendao Sect!"

Inside the cave dwelling, Lu Yang lay on the bed with his hands crossed over his chest, surrounded by fresh flowers and heartfelt blessings, a deeply moving sight.

Whether they were senior brothers and sisters or junior disciples, all who had witnessed Lu Yang defy the heavens to survive the tribulation and receive the immortal's blessing, breaking past the limits of the Void Refining stage, were profoundly shaken.

It was already midsummer, and the early morning in East Hampton, Long Island—a renowned summer resort in the New York area—was cool and pleasant.

Yet Lin Hao held my grandfather in utter contempt, as though he loathed him entirely, hiding it only out of regard for me, so as not to make his disdain too obvious.

Zhong Man was an executive at a media conglomerate, whom I had met once during a meeting the day before yesterday. "May I take a look at the shoes?" Zhong Man crouched down; it had to be said that although she was nearing forty, she had maintained herself remarkably well.

"How can this be? Who are you?" The planetary consciousness stammered, its voice trembling, for all of this transcended its imagination, leaving it feeling utterly exposed, as if standing stark naked before Lu Chuan.

"Boss Lian, what is the meaning of those words from above? All that talk about life and death has my head spinning in circles!" Lei Shengda grumbled.

"Of course, this sort of thing isn't difficult to investigate; just a scrap of something you've worn or even a photograph, and a simple search will reveal everything," Yang Yuxin said.

Although this mark would be traced by the vault overseers if it appeared on the weapons of the rebel forces, the clues usually went cold once they reached the black market, which was precisely one of the reasons he never sold weapons directly to the end users.

There was no one else around, so the two of them cast all restraint aside, their argument growing fiercer by the moment, while I looked back and forth from the side, utterly unable to interject.

Gazing at Ling Baiyu, who was silently counting with a joyous smile, Ling Xu showed a trace of helplessness and reluctance; after watching her for a brief moment, he turned and ran toward the adjacent woods, fleeing so far that he only stopped once he was certain she could never find him.

Five hundred meters was by no means an absolutely safe distance; Qi Lin drifted in the seawater for a short while, and as soon as his strength began to rapidly return, he continued swimming toward the northwest.

"Don't dwell on it too much for now, our matter has to be known by your family sooner or later anyway; at worst, just let your brother give me a beating, I will take responsibility for you regardless!" Xue Zhendong replied.

Tang Hanfeng raised a hand to stop him, signaling his subordinate that there was no need to speak further, for he had already completely understood the crucial crux of the matter.

Biting the bullet and suppressing my thumping heart, I caught my breath for a moment, then lifted my foot to keep walking forward, deliberately averting my eyes from the flickering flames.

Especially those two mounds of flesh, swelling proudly before her chest like succulent peaches, making anyone who looked want to step forward and take a bite.

Director Liu did not take a single puff, and the cigarette slowly burned halfway down; he glanced at Xu Meilin, then at the extinguished ember and the half-length ash, letting out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh before dropping the butt to the ground and rising to leave. Yet just as he reached the doorway, Director Liu halted his steps once more.

Enveloped in the pitch-black darkness, gazing up at the resplendent starry sky above through the opening of the volcanic crater, a sudden wave of sorrow hit me, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Normally, when Zhao Tiezhu was not lost in thought, he would subconsciously restrain his aura to avoid making people feel that he was cold and unapproachable.

Su Ranran's eyelids drooped; indeed, it was quite disheartening to have something she had anticipated for so long suddenly extinguished in an instant.

"You wretched woman, they say a single night as husband and wife brings a hundred nights of devotion, yet I've been dead for less than two months and you are already so heartless as to douse me with filth, I am not done with you!" Wu Yong said in a furious rage, truly incensed.

"It doesn't matter, he can mind his business, and I will mind mine." With those words, Fang Yu pushed her hands away and thrust forward with a fierce, violent momentum.