Category: Corona On Oculus-v2

“Oh my god, President—ahhh, President! “ Li Aimin, who had just dropped an axe in the morning light, hugged Yang Zicang tightly. “Why, why is it that as soon as you show up, you find treasures we’ve never even heard of? What were you doing before? Were you a sniffer dog? “ Yang Zicang, who…

Carl felt he had never been both so anticipatory and flustered. The ship was sailing swiftly in the distance was the familiar San Francisco harbor. “We can truly return home through this ship! “ Carl exclaimed passionately, “My god, it’s true, we are heading home at last! “ -｛Radio-frequency, ephemeris, Feb qi distro2 ‘Sink retail…

“Yu… ” Yang Zicang looked at the name card in his hand, which had completely ceased to respond. The grief in his heart was quickly dissolved by the sword in his hand; he could even sense a trace of regret within his emotions—a pity that he couldn’t truly experience this sorrow that had barely begun…

Would these things let him pass? ｛53 seconds… 52 seconds…｝ Just as Yang Zicang was panicking, the woman’s voice overlapping him spoke softly: {Brother Feng, it’s Yu’er who wants to take the Gaze-dispelling Sword. } ｛51 seconds… 50 seconds…｝ -｛Distributor May Valkyrie increases the current glorious prelude price for my incubation to 25%.｝ -｛Distributor Loki…

“The ‘Gaze-dispelling Sword’? “ Upon hearing this name, Yang Zicang stood up and bowed three times to the dilapidated old vessel. And with that gesture, he beganto feel—as if for real—a faint and ethereal sense of fusion emerging. The surrounding remnants of the broken “Sub-Ether Psychic Field, ” which had previously only trembled, luring me…

The scream was so blood-curdling that it leaked through without needing a Telepathic Link. Yang Zicang shook his head. {Help~ } From under a huge blanket rolled up tight like a mattress, came weak, broken cries for help. Hearing those desperate pleas, Yang Zicang’s teeth ground in frustration. Ahead loomed several large, trembling fragments; such…

Both sides were gnashing their teeth in frustration. They watched as Yang Zicang actually began to go through the motions on the deck, posing and striking. The two parties had no choice but to hurriedly grab pens and paper, busily pretending to take notes for appearances’ sake, while racking their brains for excuses to invite…

Yang Zicang, slightly dazed, touched his head. “Hey, new guy, Great Hero Yang. ” A muscular sailor with a slightly off-kilter build shouted, “Come over here and help scrub the deck. “ After a moment of thought, Yang Zicang, as if driven by an unseen impulse, walked over and took the somewhat rotten, dirty rag,…

Yang Zicang turned his gaze to the fragmented, quaking projections that enveloped his surroundings. Two diligent little bees voraciously tore apart the energies threatening to disturb his will, breaking them into fizzling motes. These smaller fragments entered the miniature hive no larger than a thumb, which was usually strapped to his forearm alongside a cloth…

“What is that thing?“ “Don’t bother your Chairman brother; can’t you see his headache is easing?“ In the unnoticed, dim air, invisible psychic bees busily shuttled between Yang Zicang’s side and Karl’s body. “Is this really a spell?” Kim Tae-cheol found it hard to believe as he looked at his makeshift chairman. “…Willingly, with our…