Chapter 106: A Discussion on Symbolist Poetry (5,500 words)
“No, you’re no good either!”
“Why not?”
“No reason, just trust your big brother’s judgment.”
Xu Chengjun puffed his beard and glared.
Gu Cheng was actually a Beijing-based writer from the Magic City and, by all rights, shouldn’t have been attending this youth creation conference organized by the Anhui Writers’ Association.
But exceptions existed. His work was selected among the “Thirty Newcomers,” so he was considered an external participant at the conference.
Honestly, it was no wonder that when Hao Ge led his troops westward and encountered the soldiers of the Mandate Army, his entire force was annihilated. Hao Ge’s failure was not without cause—not because the Qing cavalry’s fighting ability had declined, but because the Han soldiers’ firearms were far more formidable than expected.
Mu Xuan’s words were soft and almost unbelievable. Yao Si felt her heart skip a beat, and fireworks exploded in her mind. Though the words weren’t particularly special, her mind went blank, unable to recover.
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“Looks pretty normal,” Harry said from a distance, though the view was blurry, the shape of the house appeared quite ordinary.
The reason only fallen dry branches were allowed to be collected was that everything belonged to the master under the ownership system. Fresh branches growing on the trees were like an automatic daily increase in wealth that required no extra input.
As the words fell, we all looked up at the sky, which had once been bright but had somehow become heavily overcast. The entire sky was a dull gray, like a portent of something ominous.
By dusk, Liu Yunshui’s cavalry finally reached Zhenhaibao, where Li Zicheng summoned him alone to the government office.
When pain is connected directly to the heart, even specially trained operatives with extraordinary tolerance can break down. That Jiao Gong survived was nothing short of a miracle.
After Li Hong finished speaking, he left without looking back. The Potala Palace was far from as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.
Sparse, hurried footsteps echoed again between two rows of grim, cold troops. Sheng Luoyan and Tang Danzhao were hurriedly escorted into the hall under the watch of Lin Shiling and Quan Yi, illuminated by bright torches.
Even Gadilasa, considered among the top fighters there, and Dikaludo weren’t confident they could escape alive, let alone be sure humanity could survive this crisis.
The first time Lu Jia met Rong Wei was at Uncle Hu’s restaurant on Gui Street. At that time, Rong Wei still spoke normally.
Once Shi Feng picked up martial arts, he became completely absorbed, unable to extricate himself, even failing to notice when Shi Yue landed ashore.
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A predominantly pure white Gundam, wielding two electrified curved blades, appeared on the snowy plain.
The so-called high-end district was located in the backyard of a shop, which was quite spacious, with stones of all price ranges neatly displayed separately.
Jiang Feng stood up, his expression calm. Bathed in the cold moonlight, he seemed tinged with loneliness. His tall, slender figure stirred something in Wang Wan’s heart.
However, the ceramic xun flute tossed into the drawer did not fall silent. As Zhou Mo slept, whimpering sounds arose from within. Countless thin, transparent white threads emanated from the drawer, accompanying the sounds and slipping along Zhou Mo’s breath into his dreams.
Men were truly no good—always filled with filthy thoughts. I thought I was different, but no, I just have a bit of money; otherwise, it’s all the same—vile.
The image of Li Li bending down to smell the flowers was so exquisitely beautiful in Gu Tingchen’s eyes that it naturally caught Gu Yichen’s attention as well.
Lu Li took the key out of the drawer again, placing it in the palm of his hand, feeling the coldness of the metal.
“Hahaha… hahahaha…” Xia Zifeng let Ye Lige lie on the ground and turned his head to look at the Heavenly Wolf Guards. He was already beginning to lose his mind.