Volume 1, Chapter 162: Beg me, for God's sake, beg me!!
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“Dad, it’s me!”
“Didn’t you say you were going to contact Uncle Song and have his original songwriting team write a song for me? Why did you find some washed-up singer instead?”
Hua Chenhui curled his lip.
“Bullshit!”
“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what your Uncle Song said? A-Le is an original musical genius. He’s made stars out of so many artists—what’s one more, you?”
“He has talent, and he’s about your age. Look at what he’s achieved, while you still turn up your nose at everything. When you first entered show business, I told you to conduct yourself with humility!”
“If you don’t want to continue developing your career in entertainment, come back and help me run the company. Go out and drum up business!”
“I finally managed to—”
His tattered clothes fluttered gently in the wind. Beneath the brim of his hat, his dust-covered, pallid face was expressionless, carrying a bone-deep chill. He gripped a pitch-black blade tightly in his hand and melted into the darkness of the night, ghostlike.
Still, since Song Tianyao’s family was not in Hong Kong, at least Nai Kun would not do anything that might place him in a difficult position.
Qin Luoxue cast Ling Hao a cool glance. After hearing Jiang Chen’s analysis, she knew that this had certainly been the Ling Sect’s idea. She had never liked Ling Hao much to begin with, and now she found him even more detestable.
Gu Cheng did not answer. He merely knitted his brows tightly. Hadn’t he been the one to say that private matters should not be discussed? Why had the conversation turned to his own affairs? He turned around with a gloomy expression and looked toward Ye Yiling, who was wearing a triumphant smile.
After four consecutive victories in the team matches, Cheng Nuo left the team interface. Beside Mozi’s avatar on the opposing side, he found a button. Amid the excited screams of countless fans whose hearts had either shattered or begun to race, he clicked the friend request.
Even now, she still felt as though she were dreaming. An angel who had once been controlled by a devil had become the master of this place, ruling over everything.
After a while longer, she finally spoke. Her words came haltingly, as though she were somewhat embarrassed.
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Shangguan Yunjie nodded firmly and said with conviction, “That’s right.” He knew how powerful Wuxin was. Even if the enemy had truly ambushed him, he would never simply vanish without a trace.
Although Master-level experts possessed combat strength roughly equivalent to that of Golden Core cultivators, they were far inferior to Golden Core cultivators in terms of sustainable development. An ordinary Golden Core cultivator could live for more than five hundred years, whereas Master-level cultivators on the Divine Illusion Continent lived no more than three hundred years at most.
Murong Baili frowned anxiously. “Outsiders have attacked the Murong Hall. Father has summoned me urgently. I must take my leave first.”
With that, he tried to lead Murong Xue around Nangong Chu and leave, but Nangong Chu shifted sideways and continued blocking Murong Baili’s path.
Two men dressed entirely in black lay at the doorway, both reaching toward the outside as they tried to crawl away.
To lie down in a nest piled high with precious gems and ores, with a lake of lava—its favorite scenery—stretching out before the entrance, and then sink into a long sleep: that was what many lava dragons dreamed of most.
The old man had not spared Ye San a single glance from beginning to end, while Ye San went straight toward him.
Wei Yang’s father was so exhausted that he collapsed and lay on the heated brick bed as if dead. He intended to sleep until broad daylight.
In the bitter wind, Wumuge’s powerful biceps and chest muscles trembled incessantly, just like the hearts of Fang Yi and the others.
It was a naturally formed, flourishing sea of flowers, alive with butterflies of every shape and soft hue. Peaceful and serene, it seemed like an earth-spirit angel untouched by worldly affairs had fallen into the mortal realm, willingly abandoning six pure-white wings to devote himself wholeheartedly to a girl he believed worthy of his loyalty for life.
The nauseating stench poured into Xu Guodong’s nostrils. He wanted to vomit, but he had no strength left to do so. In his heart, he cried out for Elder Lin, wanting him to save him and to know what was happening.
That day, Hu Huilan could bear it no longer. She felt she ought to go outside for some fresh air. At the very least, she should see whether the villagers had begun harvesting their crops.
His father found gauze and iodine solution at home and secretly began tending to his foot. Vegetable leaves mixed with blood clung thickly to the wound, and every touch sent a piercing pain through him. Yet he stubbornly wrestled with the leaves, tugging at them for a long while until he grimaced in agony. Fortunately, the leaves finally yielded, and he grinned from ear to ear like a victorious child.
Auntie Pang turned her head and saw that her own child was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. She hurried off to attend to him.
“It’s nothing. I suppose someone must be talking about me.” Gazing at the imperial city, Xiao Yunzhan felt his heart leap into his throat.
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“What’s there to be afraid of?” he said. Slapping the railing around the pagoda ahead, he leaped up to the third floor, seized the railing, and flung himself upward again with all his strength.
Zhang Yang glanced unobtrusively at Shen Jin, only to find her acting as though nothing had happened, fussing over her newly manicured nails.
Just then, someone in the Black Armor Squad suddenly shouted. The others came to their senses and immediately fled in panic.
After all, in Creek City, the Rong family could barely be considered part of the third-rate circle—and that was only the main branch of the Rong family.
This was his final strike, and also his strongest. With his vision gradually blurring, he stared at the indistinct figure ahead and tried to endure the pain as he rose to his feet. His entire body felt as though every joint had been broken; it could not support him in the slightest, and after one blow, his strength scattered completely.
He had originally hoped that his father and mother could accompany him in the competition. Now, only his mother could go with him.
He raised his head. Lou Qinyi and Zhao Feiyi stood in the corridors on either side outside, their backs to the entrance as they gazed ahead. Each held an illustrated album of talented scholars and beautiful ladies, but neither had any mind to admire it.
As Li Yi spoke, he did not reveal Xu Jinxin, whom Sikong Zhuoyun had praised as the finest of this generation of Western Chu.
The attendant’s hand had actually been severed in a single stroke, and blood gushed forth like a fountain. The attendant rolled across the ground in agony.
Yun Xiangqing lost her footing. Instinctively, she reached out to grasp something, never imagining that her hand would seize the full, prominent swell of Xiao Wanqiu’s chest.
Of course, that smile did not make the young man uneasy. It only deepened the chill in his heart.
“I understand. I love you too.” Nalan Zi did not hold back in expressing her love. Perhaps she had also sensed Ji Wuche’s unease and wanted to comfort him as best she could.
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