Novel & Cerita Feng Tian

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

My mom noticed my discomfort and she told me to behave normal and she tried cracking a joke to ease the tension but I ignored her but I won't deny the fact that I was relieved a bit. I walked into the restaurant with her and looked around before spotting a man siting alone at the far end of the restaurant and I confirmed it was him when my mom started working toward his direction. Hello dear, you must be Lucy the man said while standing up for a hug which I rejected immediately by hiding behind my mom. So sorry for that she is not comfortable with human contact, my mom said No problem, I understand. the man replied Actually I don't know his name that is why I am referring him as the man.

Without hesitation, Zhangjian rushed forward and threw his arms around the middle-aged man who stood frozen in place. This was Feng Yin, leader of the White Tiger Sect and the closest companion of Xiu Jian. Every morning since the bloody night at Boushan, Feng Yin had returned to the village to mourn his fallen brother-in-arms. Never had he imagined he would see Xiu Jian’s son and beloved disciple alive before him. Feng Yin dropped to his knees so he could hold Zhangjian at eye level. He embraced the small body tightly, as though he would never let go again. “Y-you’re alive…” he whispered, his trembling hand stroking Zhangjian’s hair.

said a sickly-pale man in white robes. At his side, a man wearing a sardonic grin chortled, "Wan Xuan of the Sifang Sword Sect." A bald monk with a vicious scar on his shiny, round head, lumbering at more than two meters tall, wearing a necklace of Buddhist beads each as large as a man's fist, rubbed his head and grinned vilely. "Zhang Jin'gang of the Prelature of Buddhas." And the final man, a stocky but lanky person whose looks resembled more an ape than a man, screeched with his sharp white teeth showing, "Chui Tianyou from the Glen of Venomous Butterflies."

Yvonne said, "A few days ago, we met an old man at the top of the mountain. He knew that Fang Zhan would come to kill Samuel, but he said that he could guarantee Samuel's lives, and his condition was to be Han Nian's great-grandpa." "Fang Zhan?" Han Tianyang turned to look at Yan Jun. Yan Jun had a bitter smile on his face. He had no idea about Tianqi, not even the word Tianqi. Naturally, he would not know that Fang Zhan, the famous figure, was one of the top ten masters in Tianqi. "At my level, I do not have the qualifications to know the names of these people." Said Yan Jun. "Do you know who this Fang Zhan is?" Han Tianyang asked.

Feng Juetian laughed madly after Tian Xiulan is already trapped in his formation. Tian Xiulan's face grew darker. Now she’s looking at Feng Juetian like looking at a corpse. “Where did you get this formation plate?” Tian Xiulan Asked coldly. “Hah! I’m the one who’s created it! What of it! Now revel and fear me! Because in this world! I’m the true genius amongst genius! And will be the one that would dominate all life!!” Feng Juetian shouted in his own fantasy of greatness like a madman but…

After a long time, the sound of applause gradually subsided, this time in the Seven Congress Martial Arts, the undefeated myth of the Southern Heavenly Kingdom had finally been shattered, and next time in the Congress Martial Arts, would the newcomers revel in the myth created by Xiao Chen today? Cold wind, passed by silently, on the roof of a palace outside the square, there stood a person, that person's red clothes were fluttering, her eyes were cold, and she was coldly looking at the scene in the square, she was the Feng Jiutian who woke up next shortly after Xiao Chen woke up.

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But before he could finish speaking, Qin Haodong suddenly boxed his ear soundly. Qin Haodong was furious and used all his strength. Half of Yuan Tianren's face was almost destroyed. His teeth were smashed and he fell to the ground with a thud. Everyone present were astonished. Yuan Tianren was a well-known master in the capital and he was proficient in the profound arts of Feng Shui and was normally treated like a god anywhere. No one would have dared to beat him up. Qin Haodong stepped to the front of Yuan Tianren with a sneer and said coldly, "I'll give you another chance. Do you think I'll break your left leg or right leg this time?"

Feng Zheng could do nothing other staring in despair. Ryan could understand Feng Zheng's personality even for a little bit. You could say that both of their personalities are different from one another. Ryan is a stubborn and headstrong person who rarely expresses empathy towards another human. However, Feng Zheng is the opposite of him. Feng Zheng was a loving person, gentle and with excessive empathy, especially towards his acquaintances. He had a mild temperament and was rarely angry. Simple to say, Feng Zheng is easy to trust people, and sometimes, his naivety is beyond remedy. Ryan, albeit ignorant, at some point, will not blindly trust others until he verifies their intention.