"Surrender your body to instinct," Li Changzhou pondered this phrase.
Yang Qinglan carelessly tapped her slim shoulder with her Ruyi.
As the Deadly Flame and the madmen returned, the auspicious clouds continued their spring flight. Li Qianxia looked back—one last glance; those slaves who had lost their freedom were forever liberated.
In the face of death, all were equal; no one could enslave another...perhaps.
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The tracer rounds from the anti-aircraft guns were like strings of bright dots in the night sky.
The explosions were far, far away, so despite the sky being filled with these points of light, the world remained serene and quiet.
Overuse of the signal flare's muscles resulted in a burning pain.
"Be careful."
His heart skipped a beat, but neither his body nor his spirit could react promptly, both numbed beyond immediate response.
"Thud! Thud!" The Special Warfare Bureau's 'Door Plate' appeared by his side, its shield bristling with arrows.
