Novel & Cerita Invincible Old Man

“Get down on your knees! Aren’t you looking for Uncle George? There he is inside this urn! How stupid and ignorant do you have to be to think that we’re all lying to you? Are you really worth all that effort?” Camden was fired up. His wife, Kim Smith, patted his arm to console him. Maybe Camden was too agitated, for Kim stopped patting him and stiffly moved to the side. Brian looked at the urn on the table and George’s photo in my hands and collapsed on the floor.

Aria and Axel couldn't stop me, so they summoned a violent wind and thunder to battle the earth's tremors. Maybe because of my profession, I always carried heart medication. After a series of actions, the old man began to show some color. And above his head, the affection level rose to 99%. I remembered a news story from many years ago about an elderly person who fell on the side of the road in a snowstorm. No one dared to help, and it was said that the old man was nearly 70. His pension was swindled away by her son, who claimed it was for his "startup". After taking the money, he never returned home.

“Do not worry, Bill. What I said in court is the truth. I grew up fighting for my life, and I will not let my people get hurt. So if you have problems, come to me. One rule only. Those with bad intentions will get hurt. Those who are good and loyal, I will take under my wing. In a few days, I can give you food if you have people willing to work.” The old man stared at her for a long moment, still pale, still weak, but no longer fading. His eyes moved from the dead attackers to the jug in his grandson’s hands, then to Vera’s round belly and the blood drying on her white dress. He had lived long enough in the garbage sector to know when something impossible had walked in front of him. The girl

“And he won’t be alone.” They ran. Into the Forest Branches tore at Amelia’s clothes as they sprinted into the trees. Roots caught her feet. Her lungs burned. But Ryan held her arm, guiding her through the darkness with sure, steady movements despite his injury. “You’re hurt,” she said between breaths. “I’ve been hurt before.” “That doesn’t mean you’re invincible!” He gave her a sideways glance. “You hit a soldier with a rifle. I think you’re the invincible one.”

They were all beasts. " I want her. " An old man said, coming out of the crowd. Men put me on the shining floor. Their arms were still holding me. He stepped toward me. He was smiling like a devil. " I I I'm m m married. " I said through my sobs. My weight was on my one foot. " I'm also married." Oldie viciously grinned and raised his hand to touch me. I pulled myself back with a shriek

the old man in his late 50's spoke with his deep voice filled with venom while watching the person lying on the floor all weak and vulnerable with those bruises and blood on his back and a satisfied look spread across the wrinkled face of the old man seeing the poor being. "Stand up!" He commanded throwing the whip in his hand harshly on the ground. The poor thing lying on the floor tried hard to get his bruised body up on the command of the man whom he is obliged to address as his FATHER. Finally he succeeded in full filling his father's words even though it's hard to breathe at the current state he is in.

As if with great difficulty, the old man spoke very slowly, "For thousands of years, the Holy Temple stood tall and proud in spite of whatever trials and tribulations that came. And by the glory of the Sun God, the citadel of the Holy Temple shall endure longer still." The elderly man raised his hand once more and brought it down like he was swatting a fly. Bang! More cracks split open on the ground with blood seeping into it and severed and mangled limbs strewn everywhere. Bang! Bang! Bang! Panicking, the invaders – the Dark Guild and other allied forces – all turned around and fled. The old man was just too powerful and no one could defeat him. But the old man has no intention of showing a

“And their father is wheelchair ridden. He is the Wounded Lion. He has stroke.” Mr. Visashi smiled and said, “I hope the work is as good as what you have told me.” “It is sir,” she smiled. “Ok hand it to me. I will get back to you. Let me have my people look at it. Don’t worry I will give you an honest opinion of your work.” “Thank you,” Ludo left.