"Just what is going on with these things?" Aoko Aozaki asked Anemone beside her. "Have any other Resistance members ever seen machine lifeforms like this?"
"No, we've never seen them before!" a Resistance member beside Anemone said blankly. "They look like... they seem to be praying?"
There was no need for him to say it; Aoko Aozaki and the others had already noticed. Anemone, Devola, and Popola had even more to think about, after all, she—Xu Feng, the old manor lord, and Huang Zongxi sat around the stove, speaking of old times. The young Huang Zongxi raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. Yet wine only deepened his sorrow, and before he knew it, two trails of tears had slipped down his face.
I sat on the sofa, angrily grumbling to myself about that narrow-minded person upstairs who hadn't even come down to comfort me after our fight. It gradually grew late, and I sent Jiang Ma off to bed. I watched TV, bored out of my mind, and somehow fell asleep.
"His handsome face makes up for every flaw. His bravery alone is enough to cover all his shortcomings; on that basis alone, he deserves merit and a reward." His voice was filled with admiration and praise.
It swung its sturdy ears and viciously slammed them against the lamppost, smashing a sunken crater into it.
Tian Yan decided to meet Ying Xuan. She no longer had any leverage with Wang Li, and going to him would be useless, so she decided to see Ying Xuan and sound him out. After all, the nominal person in charge of the Dong Commandery matter had always been Ying Xuan and the Shadow Guards he led.
She wanted to, but she did not dare. Right now, she only wanted to