"Blade Devil ascended this quickly, given his physical strength?" A short-haired youth in black, standing next to Ananda, expressed a hint of surprise.
Not only him, but all five people at the same 88,888th level, apart from Jasmine, were shocked. They knew that Blade Devil had been missing for over a year, with Maxwell waiting at the foot of White Cloud Mountain daily. Yet now, Blade Devil had reached the peak of the Ladder to the Sky?
However, if he dodged, Maxwell would definitely rush into the depths of Ladder to the Sky.A trace of determination flashed in Tank's eyes. At the moment, he simply ignored the crazy Heaven-Shaking Hammer and held Maxwell's arm tightly without letting go.Bang!
"Erbao, Erbao, what's the matter with you?" An anxious voice came, and in an instant, the sound of footsteps rang out as a middle-aged man in blue walked over.Ethan scratched his head. This middle-aged man was also familiar to Ethan. He was Dabao, an honest and sincere merchant in Stone Town who sold woodcarvings."Huh?" Dabao picked up Erbao. His eyes were quickly attracted to the Great Serpent woodcarving on the wooden frame. With
Silence.A reckless flurry of snow fell, and Ethan stood, erect as a sentinel on the battlefield, guarding the iron gate of Joseph's grand estate.The knocking had ceased, the pleas quieted.The northern win
Time flies, the good days always seem to pass especially quickly. In the blink of an eye, Ethan has been married for seven years.This year, Ethan turned twenty-five, in the prime of his life.In the days following his marriage, he did not train again, occasionally indulging in wine, meeting old friends, or discussing business, spending his days in leisure and comfort.
Some say each person is like a painting. At birth a blank canvas, with the passage of time and accumulation of experience, the painting becomes vivid. For some gorgeous, for some simple, for some sketches - all kinds of possibilities.Undeniably, as the painting gradually becomes colorful, the canvas also begins to age. Wrinkles form, moisture is lost, and it turns yellow.Fifteen years have passed.
Eleven more years have passed. Ethan turned fifty.In the deep autumn, under the old locust tree, dead leaves piled up. A gust of wind blew by, and the locust leaves rustled and flew.
It was winter, the eve of the lunar new year.In the vast and boundless world, many places have the custom of celebrating the lunar new year. As the name suggests, celebrating the lunar new year is to commemorate the past and usher in the new year. The last day of the celebration is the eve of the lunar new year. On this day, no matter whether they are children who travel far away or daughters who marry far away, they will all return home. Family members will gather together to have a reunion dinner.
The crimson blood was poured into the ice sculpture. Blood flowed from the eyes of the ice sculpture, as if weeping. In the snowy night, heavy snow suddenly fell. Snowflakes fell on Ethan's head, eyes, and his eyes were blank without spirit, as if his soul was lost. His hands kept going.