Spring waves

“So, your so-called ‘arrangement’ is just coming to places like this for charity work?” Tony looked thoroughly displeased.
Nick Fury rubbed his bald head; conflicts of this level could easily escalate into a ‘race war’ between mutants and humans, an outcome he had always tried to avoid.
Heaven has its ways of playing tricks—such a compassionate soul, yet... White Jing shook her head, a pity.
Of course, Tony would never stop upgrading his armor; he would never place his hopes on the fragile possibility of a ‘peaceful future.’
Today, Iron Hou braved the turbulent season to deliver his latest achievement to his teacher, hoping to test its effectiveness.
It is said that shepherds living in the Kunlun Mountains would rather let their cattle starve on the barren steppes than allow them into the lush, ancient, silent valleys of Kunlun.
What puzzled Ye Zixin was that he had been persuaded by a child; perhaps it was a matter of perspective, and his self-assured maturity had blinded him to certain important things.
“No peeking!” Zhao Wan’er, afraid her modesty might be compromised, snapped fiercely at Lin Mosen.
All the way, Zhao Wan’er listened to the persistent clucking from the trunk, her mood wandering between good and bad, and said nothing. Lin Mosen assumed she was worried about her grandfather’s illness and did not disturb her. Thus, they traveled in silence all the way to Raozhong.
It wasn’t just Lin Tao who found it odd; even the village elders were intrigued. Unable to explain it, they ultimately attributed it to the mystical workings of feng shui.
The seafloor here, pressed by tectonic plates, had risen significantly from beneath. It was entirely possible that minerals, even ore deposits, could be found.
Taking advantage of the crowd gathered around Zhang Qicheng, Xiang Yang quietly slipped away from the pier and headed home.
Could it be that the princess truly had feelings for him? After all, she was about to marry Gu Yunhe.

The poisonous spines of the rose stonefish are primarily defensive, not aggressive. As long as Zhang Qicheng didn’t grab it with his hands, the rose stonefish would not attack him.
Even after endless ages had passed, that place still brimmed with murderous energy; lingering too long would drive one to the brink of madness.
“That temple, it’s you—not Song Song?” Ye Xi’s words, though directed at Song Sizhuo, carried a note of certainty.
Shen Han smiled; being targeted was nothing new, and she had long ceased to care, focusing only on her own work.
“Don’t worry. If visibility drops below twenty meters, even if you wanted me to sail, I wouldn’t do it,” Gao Chuang said.
“They insulted me.” Shen Xi’s voice remained cold, but for the first time, she offered him a comforting glance.
Earlier, they had seen no spiritual energy around Qin Feng and assumed he was just an ordinary man. Hearing him speak now, they wondered—could Qin Feng be a hidden master?
“What exactly happened?” Wan Yangping asked anxiously. Even the northern border had to be put aside; the gravity of the situation was clear.
Lin Jing instructed me not to wander, to wait in the factory office until he finished work. With nothing else to do, I glanced at the phone in front of me and decided to call Lin Tian.
“Jiang Baoyu, you’re from the Jiang family—how can you be so spineless?” Ye Xuan frowned as he spoke.
By this time, I had already seen Yang Lao Jiu, A-K, Immortal Li, and Granny Feng—who knew where they’d run off to. Only Old Qin watched us from over there.
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiake’s heart stirred, thoughts racing. So much had happened in Zhejiang East recently, the situation had turned dramatically for the worse, and Zhu Yihai’s Hongguang regime was in dire straits.
Behind them, a dozen people were busy transferring salt from the transport ship to the water stronghold’s vessel. Thanks to their presence, the giant ship finally seemed a little livelier.

My supersonic plane decelerated from high altitude, finally coming to rest on a broad, flat runway behind the military base in Thirteen States.
“No, just letting my mind wander.” Yes, she was just letting her mind wander—Hua Nuying kept telling herself this.
Immortal Li watched me calmly. I scrambled up, agitated, and made a mess of the bonfire he had built; then, a splash of yellow liquid doused the flames.
After a moment’s daze, everyone rushed forward together. When I saw the corpse, I was shocked—it was fresh. Judging from its appearance, the person must have been a fat man in life, and now, in death, even more bloated.
Whatever they sold, that was that; no need to worry about stockpiling. Of the proceeds, thirty percent went to the class leader, twenty percent to the bosses, who took on all risks.
Wei Qi, Old Yu, and I exchanged glances. We all knew this sinister aura was demonic, but I didn’t expose it—just listened quietly to Old Chai’s tale.
In an instant, my body stiffened. Aunt Mei had said she would train me well—was it starting now?
“Good! Just like sixteen years ago, let us join forces and take a gamble!” Bumubutai’s gaze burned as she looked at me.
When Xu Hao arrived at the sales office, Yang Hua was already waiting by the roadside. The doors of the office behind were shut; it was already nine o’clock, a rather late hour.