books44 Chapter 113 [Empire] The further you go, the fewer normal people there are
Chapter 113 [Empire] The further you go, the fewer normal people there are
He still had his eyes closed.
As if out of the world.
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But I stood up and walked forward.
I'm actually a little curious about the wind effects on him.
How come my clothes are fluttering in a windless room?
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He tiptoed forward with a stealthy look.
Try not to make any footsteps or other noises.
Normal social distance has been breached.
If he can't see, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?
Her hand reached out to his fluttering sleeves.
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Huh? No airflow?
But he turned his face towards me.
Still expressionless.
Still with eyes closed.
But it seems that he can see me? Or, can he sense me?
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? ?
"Do you like this dress?" the man said in a gentle voice.
I:……
That was the embarrassment of being caught red-handed...
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"You can touch it." He was still gentle.
But I didn't touch his clothes.
Feel……
Like a pervert.
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"You, can't you see?" I still asked this question. It was a bit offensive, I knew.
But he smiled and shook his head: "My eyes are not good-looking."
Then he touched the top of my head and said, "I can see without using my eyes."
Is that right?
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A big shot in the world of immortal cultivation?
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Casey asked him to go through the formalities, and he read and signed without any difficulty.
He froze when signing the second document.
"Why do you want me to give up my matchmaking qualification?" He looked unhappy. "You have no reason to do that."
Casey was also very direct: "Ruthless Taoist soldiers are not fit to raise offspring."
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I listened with confusion but didn't express any opinion.
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"You are being racist." The man's face was almost frozen.
Cathy said bluntly: "We don't reject soldiers, but we can't be ruthless. Children need to be guided by normal views on marriage and love. Not..."
She didn't continue speaking, but looked meaningfully at the sword behind the man.
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Ah, right!
I remembered.
The ruthless soldiers are all sword maniacs.
The kind who wants a sword but not a mate.
There is only the sword and myself in the world.
From a certain perspective, he can be considered a non-marriageist.
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Die alone.
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No wonder Casey stopped it. If the child stayed around like that, he would starve to death in three days...
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"I have experience in taking care of children. I can provide proof." The man still didn't intend to give in.
Then he was kicked out by the security team called by Casey...
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This……
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its not right!
The person was kicked out, but the second procedure still hasn’t been signed?
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Let me count, how many people have been selected?
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Cover your face.
Four now.
Cover your face.
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Let’s finish it soon…
I can not make it!
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It feels like the further back you go, the fewer normal people there are...
Weird behavior and worrying mental state...
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Just like this one now.
As soon as you enter the door, you recite poetry...
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"In a corner, a legend lies silent. The Holy Grail, once glorious, is now shrouded in sorrow. Lying in the shadows, I reflect on the past."
He was a man dressed in Loulan-style clothing, his entire body tightly wrapped in a mysterious purple-black veil. The black veil was soft and mysterious, like a mist deposited by the years.
His shirt was a unique navel-baring style, revealing a small section of his gracefully contoured abdomen, exuding a unique allure. The delicate pattern on it shimmered faintly under the light like an ancient talisman.
His arms were long and slender, and he wore several bracelets of ancient shapes on them. The texture of the metal formed a sharp contrast with the softness of the black gauze.
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"The deserted altar, standing in the wind, chants the vicissitudes of life. Once sacred, now in ruins, leaving only sorrow.
The wind howls across the wasteland, like the distant sun weeping. The brilliance of the Holy Grail is extinguished, the fire of the altar is extinguished. Sorrow lingers, the abandoned land is desolate.
He had a thin belt tied around his waist, inlaid with several dull-colored but ancient and heavy gemstones, which emitted a faint light with his slight movements.
There were strong emotions in those eyes, sometimes flashing a trace of sadness, sometimes revealing a hint of confusion.
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His eyebrows furrowed slightly, like two inky wings: "Hopes are shattered dreams, vanishing into the void. Prosperity and decline, sorrow and joy, bear witness in vain, powerless to recall the past."
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Sign and release it.