"Offering a hand doesn't hit a smiling face"
"Hmm, I'm Mu Rufeng." Offering a hand doesn't hit a smiling face, so Mu Rufeng introduced himself as well.
Eastern · Lonely Xiaowen
While I get where you're coming from, that's not an equivalent analogy at all. This scenario is more akin to stealing someone's research. You may only use that research for yourself, but that doesn't mean you didn't steal it. A roundhouse kick is more of a basic movement, you can't steal basic movement. I also never said it made him a bad person. Just that not stealing it doesn’t make him a saint.
So he simply eliminated this possibility, and also avoided testing his own moral bottom line.
Eastern · King of Salted Fish
These rules are compelely idiotic. Venue is one thing, but this kind of competition should be 1 on 1.
"It's simple, a group battle." Liu Ming grinned, pointing upwards, "There's still an hour until noon, let's see how many people each side can bring before then."
Eastern · Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day
Now we're talking
Chapter 2 The True Inspector
Eastern · Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day
Shameless old bastards. Wanting to fight a junior more than a decade younger than them, but still almost just as strong.
"And maybe have a little sparring session with him too."
Eastern · Sad wind turns the sunset
Not this bullsh*t. Seems like we'll be having a moronic MC.
"I say... old man, if you're lonely, I think there should be places outside that can satisfy your... needs. Can you please not look at me like that?"
Fantasy · Take a bite of the west wind
"I'll pray for the blessing right away, pray for the blessing right away..." Seeing Nono's expression, how could Lu Hong dare to resist any longer? He quickly knelt down and began to pray in a murmur.
Fantasy · Take a bite of the west wind
Are you mentally disabled? If idiots like you stop showing up on my notifications, I will.
If the game was played poorly, the young master would get upset, causing the servant much distress.
Eastern · Ancient Xi
This isn't even a wish fulfillment story set in a fictional world, it's straight up a drunk 10 year old author rambling about a dream they had where they were mega rich. There is no attempt made to preserve any kind of logic.
"People are iron, food is steel"
People are iron, food is steel, and without a meal, one feels panic.
I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats
Eastern · Lonely Xiaowen