In a seldom-visited stretch of woods on the far outskirts of Sendai.
Hozō Yuto was down on one knee, his Nichirin Blade trembling nonstop.
Nerves and dwindling stamina made the boy's heavy panting especially jarring in the nighttime woods.
Water Breathing... I can barely keep it up.
When he accepted this demon-slaying mission, he had never imagined he would find himself in such desperate straits.
His companion Asakura Ryo's corpse had already gone cold.
And after sending out a plea for help
"She is a friend of mine, Wu Dao. Even if her surname isn't Nangong, she won't die," Wu Dao said unhurriedly.
Previously, however formidable he was, only a handful of people knew it. But today, he would prove himself in front of all these students.
It turned out that Chu Jue was afraid Xue Zi would think Bo Yuhan heartless. After all, he had offered no words of comfort or sympathy just now.
The flames on the stove flared up with a whoosh. Ouyang Lian's expression was gentle now, without the ferocity he had shown when meeting others before. Gentle and attentive, he looked exceptionally handsome. Ouyang Lian smiled softly as he prepared Ouyang Qianlong's daily breakfast.
Liu Xiaoqian presided over the bidding. She did not care what shady dealings Beijing Television and Lu Feifan had been involved in before. Since they had offered the highest price, they were naturally the winner.
The grating words reached Qiao Liuxi's ears. In an instant, her face twisted savagely, and her sharp teeth clamped down on her lip, a faint trace of blood showing.
What Lu Feifan had to do was adapt this film into one with Chinese characteristics without diminishing its artistic merit. This was even harder than writing an original screenplay himself.
Wang Yang looked at us and said,