At three in the morning, the ashtray in the rental apartment was piled high with cigarette butts. Lin Yue gripped his phone, the scene on its screen striking right at his sorest spot. Outside the screen, rage surged in Lin Yue’s chest, threatening to explode.
“Ouyang Feng, you crazy old bastard! Of all people, you had to target Xiao Longnu!” he roared, smashing his phone. “Yin Zhiping, you animal! You filthy opportunist! And Yang Guo! You idiot! Your aunt is about to be violated, and you’re still following that old lunatic to learn martial arts!”
The more he cursed, the angrier he became. He snatched up the deluxe edition of The Return of the Condor Heroes from the corner of the desk and tore into it. As pages fluttered everywhere, a ghastly white light burst from between them and swallowed him whole.
This is a book that makes people completely immersed in it. When you pick it up, you don't want to put it down. After reading it, your heart feels filled with something. Whether it's the texture of the text or the power of the story, it makes people feel particularly precious, and I can't help but recommend it to everyone around me.
This is a book that makes people completely immersed in it. When you pick it up, you don't want to put it down. After reading it, your heart feels filled with something. Whether it's the texture of the text or the power of the story, it makes people feel particularly precious, and I can't help but recommend it to everyone around me.