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She knew she had to drive the point home before he could recover. Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she held it for just a second too long, the weight of it unbearable. She hurled it at his feet, the tiny band clinking against the ground with a finality that felt like a death knell. “Take your stupid ring,” she spat. “And don’t ever come near me again.”

Richard didn't flinch. He stood in the center of the room, the dim orange glow of the woodstove casting long, voracious shadows across his face. He looked like a man who had already died once and found the experience liberating. In his right hand, he gripped the silver-headed walking stick Bonny had left behind. In his left, he held nothing but the cold air of a town that didn't know his name.

When I turned my head, I met Alexander's anguished gaze. “Vivian, please don't go. Come back to me.” “Let me go.” I enunciated each word coldly as I tried to pull my hand free from his grasp. But Alexander's grip was as unyielding as a vise, making it impossible for me to break away. He even got to his feet, intending to forcefully pull me into his arms. Thud. At the critical moment, someone rushed forward and drove a powerful kick into Alexander, sending him sprawling onto the pavement.

In her wedding dress, she stepped protectively in front of her first love, Kyle Walter. "Chris, I'll give you whatever compensation you deserve for what I owe you. But I won't let you hurt Kyle." All eyes were on me. But instead of losing my temper as they expected, I just calmly waved my hand. "Forget it." With that, I put down the bouquet, turned around, and left without a second's pause. They didn't know that I was a traveler from another world. Getting close to Emily was just a mission the system assigned me so I could eventually go home.

I can't sleep now since something is bothering in my head. My lips smiled widened when I saw a stick at the floor, maybe that clown head forget it. I reached the stick and use it to stand and also for me to walk. I opened the door and walk wherever my feet brought me. The mansions never failed me to amazed! It's really so beautiful.

But to prove the doubters wrong, this odd weapon of choice remained steadfast in serving its purpose. It never broke but instead exposed the hidden monstrosity behind its fragile facade. "BOOM!" The enormous palm strike shattered into pieces but its aftermath beckoned a much sinister move from its prior phase. Tendrils of red colored fragments were shaped into millions of burning palms which then immediately zoomed once more towards its stationary target. "WHOOSH!" the walking stick waved one horizontal motion like a man swatting a fly and the same result happened without suspense. The untold number of palm specks were gone with the wind, never to be seen again, same as its predecessor.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.

If this thin stick could change into a human shape, Caspian even suspected that it would become a thin old man with a disdainful sneer and looked at him and Handsome with a mocking look. It was not until then that Caspian realized why the Master wanted to keep this stick in his storage pouch. This stick was too hard. And all the elemental attacks had no effect on it. This was definitely not a simple material. Caspian had a feeling. This thin stick was beyond his knowledge. Naturally, this thin stick was left by Caspian. In addition to further research, Caspian didn't place it in his storage pouch like the cultivator did. Instead, it was solemnly placed in the World of Heaven and Earth.

Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, each of them was met with a slap across the face. Shawn stood aside with lowered gaze as he watched Mr. Rogers Sr. venting his temper as he took up his walking stick and hit the two hard at the bend of their knees. The solid pear wood walking stick was no joke. With just the two hits, the legs of both of them went weak as they almost fell onto the ground. Mr. Rogers Sr. panted in exhaustion as he cursed at them. "Useless! The two of you, useless!" When Shawn saw them still standing there, he frowned a little as he hissed. "Why are the two of you still standing there?"

My eyes wish him a slow and cruel demise. "I'm barefoot you big lout and my eyes can't see through all this bush!" He walks back to me,angrilly picks me up-hard,rough skin covering raw power- and sets me on a smooth rock big enough to seat my butt.Im massaging the sole of my foot and grimacing at the sting.He crouches before me and brushes my hands away.Takes my foot and mutters about foolish,clumsy chits.He turns his right palm over and a shortened version of his staff forms.He runs the tip over the scrape and the sting disappears.Im not even shocked anymore.The tip glides over the top of my foot and two seconds later it's encased in a