"Father, is there anything you should tell me about this photograph?" In Gendo Ikari's office, Shinji Ikari placed that "family portrait" on Gendo Ikari's desk and demanded an answer.
"...I should have disposed of all the photos of your mother," Gendo Ikari said coldly in his classic pose. "Where did you find it?"
"That has nothing to do with my question." Shinji Ikari replied. Earlier, at the county office, she had wanted to ask all along, but the circumstances had not allowed it. Now that she had returned to the Shen residence, she finally had the chance to ask.
But Boss Su could endure, and so could he. Opportunities always arose by chance. Boss Su believed that even the cleverest monkey would nod off eventually. The humiliation Xiao Bohan had forced upon him was only temporary; one day, he would make him repay it twice over.
"Heaven gives every man a talent for a purpose! Sir has many strengths; you are merely being modest!" Zhu Pingjin retorted to Gao Antai with sincere conviction.
All the northern lands belonged to Great Qin. Two hundred years ago, Great Qin's tower ships had crossed the Northern Sea and entered North Julu Continent.
"Send the troops to Tongcheng Stronghold!" Feng Rubao leaped onto a rock, pointed north, and arrogantly gave the order to his subordinates.
The next day, the whole school gathered for a general assembly. The principal, his head wrapped in gauze, announced a decision: a security guard named Wang Wannian had been fired.
Some government soldiers were agile enough to slash apart the spears thrust by the players and crash into their shields. Yet when their waist sabers struck the arm guards, all they produced was a clang; they could not break through the defense.
Zou Qing, the Earth God of "Xinmo,"