Volume 1, Chapter 190: Taking the Initiative to Apologize and Seek Cooperation!

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Meanwhile!

Su Le had just finished getting dressed and was preparing to go out.

The moment he pushed open the door, he was greeted by a familiar, smiling face.

"Huh?"

"Young Master Wang, how did you find my house?!" Su Le asked, looking at the other person in utter astonishment.

Originally, he had planned to head to the company, and drop by the film studio along the way to check if the variety show had generated any new effects.

He had been keeping a close eye on the internet all this while,

and had discovered that the show "Classic Chronicles of the Nine Provinces' Dragon Country" had exploded in popularity online.

It had even inspired a grave robber to voluntarily surrender and turn in the stolen cultural relics.

The fact that a mere program could persuade someone to turn over a new leaf was proof enough of its mystical and captivating charm!

Added to the powerful backing of the heavyweight historical and cultural experts brought in by Teacher Ni Daqiang last night...

If Murong Yuqing hadn't declared her neutrality, this fellow would have possessed the absolute potential to contend for the throne of dominance.

Bai Ye could read genuine care in their eyes; even though this was Dong Lingling's dream, these people were still concerned about her.

For Li Yu, Zuo Er, Di Er, and the others, these were unprecedented, novel things—undoubtedly blockbuster surprises. Their beautiful eyes sparkled, and once they picked them up, they simply couldn't put them down.

Hearing this, the eyes of Chi Qinglong, Qiu Shaojun, and the others lit up, but then immediately furrowed into frowns. While this method was theoretically feasible, could anyone actually pull it off?

Having spent the past three years squatting on a desolate planet and frequently diving into the Dao world, constantly suffering from lower back pain, it wasn't mainly from tossing about in bed, but rather from struggling in the virtual martial arena.

"What is his background? My appraisal skill didn't reveal a thing," asked the jealous bun-face.

Naturally, the emperor would not voice it himself—stripping the vassal princes of the Xiang family of their titles would make him, the emperor, appear far too bloodthirsty.

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Once they seized control of the imperial court, his painstakingly crafted Gengzi New Reforms might well suffer an untimely death, coming to an abrupt halt and throwing everything back to how it was a few years ago.

Looking at Xiaoyueluo's profile as she closed her eyes in feigned sleep, Ronald experienced a momentary trance. That peaceful expression made his sensation all the more intense, to the point where a familiar face flashed through his vision, even if it wasn't entirely clear.

He was getting old, and what if something went wrong? Uchiha Itachi was only eleven or twelve years old this year; wouldn't succeeding to the position of Hokage be far too early?

Instead of choosing to flee, Lin Yong charged directly toward the second pigsty. Ten minutes later, he rushed out once again, leading a massive horde of fat pigs.

The leader of the Asura, 'Shakyamuni', the most genius divine name in the current ten-thousand-year primordial era, favored by two sages to establish the West, was rumored to be the only one capable of attaining sagehood in this epoch.

One hundred thousand miles beneath the sea, even with Qilin's divine soul as mighty as a Nascent Soul and a powerful physique forged through the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Creation Arts, it was still somewhat difficult. Changxi's 'Bathing the Moon' allowed Qilin to temporarily shake off the deep-sea pressure and resist the power of the Heaven-Communication Sea-Fixing Array, even neutralizing certain divine arts and magic powers.

"How is it possible? That blade could actually wound me?" Thomas said, kneeling on one knee while clutching his chest.

The handsome middle-aged man inside the car hung up his phone, turned his head, happened to spot Lin Yong, and smiled at him very politely.

Therefore, according to Yue Xian'er's original plan, she should have already left Hangu City by now. As for Yan Yu and the others, they had nothing to do with her in the first place, absent Lin Liang's plea.

Seeing Qi Qi fall into danger, Qilin could not stand by idly. Even though he desperately wanted to save Fantasy Dream Flying Snow, Qi Qi held a far more important place in his heart.

Just as Han Ke was sighing, a strange thing happened: a pale red ball of light flew over from not far away. To call it flying was more like it had been tossed across.

Elder Zhao, on the other hand, stared with his mouth wide open as he watched Lin Feng recede into the distance. After pondering for a long time, a hint of a smile appeared on his face—this boy was bound to be extraordinary.

Indeed, he had tossed her. The moment Wei Hanhan rescued Zhou Rong蓉 from falling into the water, he immediately let go and even frowned as he wiped his hands on his sleeves.

"Phew," Chen Yun panted heavily. It was clear that such a prolonged assault had failed to inflict any real damage on his opponent, while his own stamina was starting to run low.

Just as the Xue and Tan families were glaring at each other from afar, on the verge of a confrontation, a man in luxurious attire was looking down at them condescendingly from the third floor of the pure-hearted Gazing Buddha Pagoda.

Sima Luan took back one of his cards, withdrew five hundred thousand, and angrily went off to purchase stock, while Li Huafai fished out a few hundred bills and headed to a budget clothing mall.

If one were to say that the Sovereign of Bliss died at Xiao Yi's hands, or even that the entire Sacred Land of Bliss was destroyed, it could still be argued that Xiao Yi had caught them off guard, thereby causing the downfall of such a sacred land. However, the Gate of the God of War was entirely different.

Zhentian didn't mind Chen Yun's posture at all; instead, he burst into hearty laughter and started chatting idly with him, completely ignoring the others.

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The color had completely drained from Hamasaki Makoto's face. He walked over with Du Gongfeng, leaning on him for support as he stood up.

Long Yi staggered back several steps. After steadying his body, he was astonished to discover that his right arm—the one he used for Tiger Fist—was broken.

The fat man, Right Three, was a man with a fierce visage. He looked as though he had been chopped to pieces and sewn back together, covered all over with traces of stitching.

"Look, what are you looking at?! Never seen such a handsome guy before? Keep looking and I'll eat you up!" Li Gang struck a classic Wong Fei-hung pose with extreme arrogance, hooking his finger at the mutated dog. In truth, the last sentence was insincere; even if the dog didn't look at him, Li Gang still planned to eat it.

Shi Huangjie sounded his jade flute once again. The flute notes rolled in heavy waves, and the Guanghan One-Yuan harmonized with the rhythm, producing deep, echoing thuds.

As a loyal fan of Naruto, Zhang Wei recognized the identities of the two people before him at a glance. At the same time, being familiar with the plot of Naruto, he also figured out his current situation.

"Scatter, everyone scatter. What's to look at, anything interesting? Keep your mouths shut about today's business. If the teachers find out, you'll get what's coming to you," the man threatened.

Beneath long eyelashes were a pair of large, bright eyes that could radiate infinite spirit with the slightest blink. Her delicate facial features were as expressive and refined as a carved sculpture, instantly captivating one's gaze and making it impossible to look away.

Often enough, they were simply trapped in their own thoughts, unable to imagine how others could be different. Yes, isn't everything always like this?

Aside from Li Gang closing in on the heavenly ladder, the other six approached the entrance of the ladder with ease, having received no targeted attention. The metal ball left behind as a guard still hadn't transformed or left the entrance; instead, it continued to attack using the spikes extending from its sphere—a style of attack well-suited for one-versus-many and optimal for defense.

A pale cyan primeval primordial mother demon looked at the incoming pillar of light with eyes filled with terror. She had never witnessed a weapon of such terrifying might; with a single strike, it completely obliterated her companion.

After inspecting several dormitories in a row, he found that all of them were impeccably clean and the belongings were arranged with utmost neatness.

A-Liang's expression changed drastically! But it was already too late. He saw the man scatter a handful of powdery substance right into A-Liang's face. Instantly, A-Liang lost consciousness, along with Hubei.

Suddenly, those Yellow Turban soldier troops surged into a frenzy once again. One thousand men against one hundred thousand—was that even possible? Kill! Whoever had the luck would be the one to reap the rewards.

Chen Zhiqiang was startled by Liu Xiaomang's gaze and tone, but remembering that this was a school, his courage flared up once again.

Luo Cheng hurriedly turned his head back, only to find that Liaoxi had snapped out of his daze and looked up, wondering why everyone was staring at him like that. Liaoxi rubbed his head, looking utterly speechless.

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