Song of the Brave: PTSD

Of course, ordinary cultivators do not have the habit of swallowing golden cores raw or using them as medicine. After all, these things are extracted from a human body, and anyone with a normal state of mind would find it utterly repulsive.

When Chen Mu returned to the Cloud Realm, Zhong Yue and Xun Heng were already lying flat on the ground, panting heavily.

Unfortunately, the number of students who could later find treasures grew smaller and smaller, and the school's resources deteriorated, leading to its gradual decline.

However, among them were characters and vocabulary she had invented and written herself, which made it rather trying for Qin Ao to puzzle over them relentlessly.

The short-statured man's face turned livid. Considering his status, it was inappropriate for him to make things difficult for Qin Tian in front of Han Bing, so he cast a wink at one of his attendants.

Aunt Zhang had already returned to the Qin Mansion. She went back at this exact time every day, claiming that the hospital food was subpar and that she needed to personally prepare meals for Luo Qiqi.

The lives of the wealthy are simply this monotonous and dull. They do not care about the amount of money; the only thing they relish is the pure sensation of taking advantage of others.

Feeling slightly puzzled, he walked over and lifted the door curtain, only to see the two children inside the carriage sleeping soundly.

Hongmei's pretty face blushed, automatically and voluntarily substituting herself into the word "others."

Qin Tian weighed it in his hand; it was undoubtedly a storage bag. With a slight movement of his consciousness, the wisp of divine sense hidden within Yan Hong's sea of consciousness finally calmed down.

"As long as I try, I will definitely have it." Mo Beixie reached out, covered her hand, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

First, the flesh becomes resilient and harmonious as a whole, resembling a mass of elastic glue or a piece of freshly tempered steel, unafraid of powerful blunt impacts and impervious to swords, spears, and halberds.

Guan Cang agreed to Aoying's command without the slightest hesitation, yet deep down, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt toward Aoying.

Because in this world, apart from the concept of "alternate selves," there is also a special martial arts cultivation technique. This technique can effectively liberate the power accumulated within the physical body, serving a remarkably significant purpose.

The nurse lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, and listened intently to his words. After Gao Yuan repeated them a few times, the nurse finally understood, nodded at him, and turned to walk out.

In his understanding, avatars require the main body to split its focus for control. The more avatars there are, the greater the difficulty of control, and the weaker the power they can exert. Generally, ancient mighty figures could only control a few thousand avatars simultaneously.

I said it intentionally, and I raised my voice so that the people around us recording videos with their mobile phones could all hear it.

Sensing that danger was approaching, he, who had been leaning against the wall with tense muscles and closed eyes just about to suddenly relax, abruptly raised his head and snapped open a pair of dark eyes imbued with lust.

Yet right now, you are being manipulated by matters that have nothing to do with you at all, causing you to harbor hostility toward a complete stranger, turning one person—or even countless people with whom you have no grievances—into your enemies.

"Chen Gong? My Lord, could it be that Chen Gongtai who abandoned Cao Tao back then?" Pang Tong immediately inquired.

On this day, Lingxu Zi, Jin Donglou, and the others left for only a brief moment before returning entirely. The Endless Sea returned to tranquility, and it was unknown how that mysterious person fared. As for what happened to Jian Hui afterward, Hongjian no longer cared; she truly settled her mind and quietly practiced cultivation in her dwelling.

"You shall accompany me in a surprise attack on Jiangxia. This time, we must capture Jiangxia and open the 'gateway' to Jingzhou!" Sun Jian ordered.

She was genuinely rather angry. After their time in Hen'an, she had thought there was a tacit understanding between husband and wife, and that her husband would no longer keep things from her.

The seawater was piercingly cold; Hongjian had no choice but to circulate the "Water Condensation Art" to wrap around herself as she rapidly dove downward.

"Father-in-law, you have labored far too much for the Xiongnu; you must take care of your health. Otherwise, you will cause Xiuer and us to worry!" Wang Tianjie advised soothingly.

The Tribulation of Soul Annihilation lives up to its name, focusing primarily on destroying souls. Even if players are killed by this tribulation, they die in reality as well.

As the two spoke, their gazes remained fixed on that person. The man appeared to be around sixty years of age, with a sallow, scorched-yellow complexion and a wispy, short beard.

Just how formidable was Zhan Motian? A young powerhouse who drew his sword from among the hidden aristocratic families was actually tricked by a couple of fellows joining forces and even got captured.

He Xi arrived early in the morning. Although the Huaxia government had no way to monitor Fang Lin's whereabouts most of the time, as long as Fang Lin appeared within the Beijing region, it was quite easy for the Huaxia government to know.

After speaking, Lin Feng paid no more attention to Xia Ruoxi, finished taking off the rest of his outer garments, and burrowed beneath the covers of the bed, leaving only a stunned Xia Ruoxi to stare at him. Soon, the soft sound of Lin Feng's snoring drifted from the bed, showing just how exhausted he was as he had already fallen asleep.

Yufeng did not want to use his own connections. Now that things had reached an irreconcilable point, must he truly resort to using his life-saving trump-card connections for critical moments? Such a connection was wasted every single time it was used; connections were meant to be saved for dire straits, not squandered haphazardly.

Fortunately, Old Master Lin and the others had finished laughing, and their voices had returned to a normal tone. Lin Chuanzhi took the initiative to pick up where Lin Feng left off, chuckling, "Heh, unlike anyone else's, could your car fly into the heavens or something?" As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chuanzhi himself felt that what he had just said was rather absurd.

Within the Floating Dust Hall, Bai Qianhui had already awakened. Although her injuries were not life-threatening, her internal organs had suffered severe damage; aside from meditating and recuperating quietly every day, she spent her time chatting with the beast of fear.

Lin Feng was already very exhausted at this moment. Without even the mood to check the incoming call display on his phone, he pressed the answer button.

A tall and slender figure slowly emerged from the darkness, wearing a floating-cloud bamboo hat on his head and a long saber hanging at his waist. The power fluctuations within his body were surging and forceful, faintly carrying a murderous aura.