Master’s Wife, You Still Say This Isn’t a Dual Cultivation Technique?

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He stopped. Sat up suddenly. Stared, unbelieving, out of the grimy window. The street was filled with swirling colour, in the golden dawn. Trumpets blared, people swarmed to catch a glimpse of the royal procession as it swept past them, jostling to get the best view. And he was going to get the best view of them all.

Sun - Maid

"They probably were fictional. There is no way that I would go to a country which doesn't exist." Tian whispers to herself as she walks down the hallway. She opens her bedroom to find the maids packing her stuff. Toothbrush, hairbrush, even to the extent of packing sanitary pads and shaving cream.

Carrie, for her name was Carrie, watched this man who had come to see her boss. She had said he had traveled a long way, but the truth was they all had. Bold Industries had no office holdings in New Orleans, where Satan lived. When Mr. Bold caught wind of this invention from his sources in several other companies around the world, he used his considerable influence to have it rejected wherever it went, because he wanted it, and the mind behind it, for himself. So he bought up an abandoned office building and called his two most trusted associates to New Orleans. Carrie had been in Washington D.C. when the call had come, and had sat on a plane for many hours. She was not about to watch it all go to waste. As she looked into this boy's eyes, as she dug the knife a little deeper into his grinning head, she saw a change in him.