Mei stabbed him again and again. She knew perfectly that he was still alive but she liked to hurt him. She hated him more than anything, he was the one who ruined her childhood, who made her life miserable and who almost killed many times. It was unforgivable.
The Warhammer40k Galaxy is still in chaos. BURN IN HOLY FIRE!
b) Jungkook
I spent the rest of the morning going around the town. I visited the school the town council and even the gunshop. I bought a climbing axe from as well as animal baits(both of which apparently is sold there). The rest of the day was me visiting stalls and tasting their delicacies. It was obvious that I was the first "new guy" in town as everyone I met looked as if I was a ghost. Not gonna lie, it felt good.
I've been thinking about this chapter and what it's really saying beneath the surface, and I keep coming back to one idea: cooking as a form of power and belonging. Yu Yan arrives in this world as an outsider — literally reborn, with white hair and a body that doesn't quite match his mind. He's vulnerable, recovering from illness, dependent on Feng Gui. But the moment he starts cooking, everything changes. His knowledge of hand-hand root, of how to remove fishy smells, of blanching wild vegetables — these are mundane, domestic skills. And yet they become his entry point into the tribe. The fish soup is a symbol, I think. It's something that transforms the raw and unpleasant (fishy, gamey, tough) into something nourishing and sweet. Yu Yan is doing the same thing with his own life — taking this strange new world and making it livable, palatable, even delicious. There's also the personal space thing that the author explains almost as an afterthought — everyone has this tiny storage dimension where they keep their most important items. Xin Yu keeping ginger there, Feng Gui keeping bone needles and beast oil. It's a small detail but it speaks volumes about what these people value. Survival items, yes, but also things passed down, things prepared with care. The height-measuring scene hit me in a weird way too. Yu Yan measuring himself against that tree, celebrating that he's over 180cm now, then immediately realizing he's the shortest in the group. It's about identity and belonging — he's trying to find his place in this new body, this new world, and even small things like height become meaningful. The fact that he needs to "eat more and replenish his nutrition" to keep growing? That's hope. That's a person who wants to fit in, who wants to be strong enough to belong. And Lan Xiu — the tiger, the wild thing, the one who runs away — he represents everything Yu Yan isn't yet. Fierce, massive, at home in this world. But there's something tender in that encounter too, like the wild and the domestic aren't as far apart as they seem.
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"Next Tuesday? Let me think. Ah, I met a girl on WeChat and next Tuesday I will take her to a bar. Then after drinking… you know what I want to do!"
"Are you asking to die, silly? I'll tell you, but you've got to answer one question first. Is Alice dead? Don't bother lying, either. Consider it a sixth sense, but I can 'feel' your intentions. My 'talent' is honesty. You can't lie to me."
"Soon, it will be ready. Don't die on me until we can make our move." (...)
the red strips on his original clothes turned silver as the black turned white
trouble for pulling a gun on us?"
I thought.