Volume One, Chapter 31: Three Original Songs, Melting Hearts with Every Note!

"Brother Su, look! Your number of followers has skyrocketed by more than fifty thousand!"
"In just the length of a song, fifty thousand more!"
Ren Yingying exclaimed, holding her phone in her hands.
Su Le didn't check, but took a sip of beer instead.
"It's so beautiful—this is the charm of folk music!"
"It feels like folk music has truly become popular thanks to Boss Su," Wang Junjie said excitedly.
"It's rising, rising—Brother Su, your followers have surpassed two hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Sister-in-law says you should keep singing!"
Ren Yingying called out once again.
"Should I sing more? One song is enough," Su Le's face was flushed, his heart racing, perhaps from drinking too much.
"Of course you should..."

His collarbone was exquisite, with a refined shape and delicate skin. Yan Wan glanced quickly, then looked away and opened the paper package in her hand.
"Heh! Get up! These things are hardly precious to me! Cultivate well!" Lu Fei smiled, placing the pills in Hei Sha's hand, and with a slight flicker, disappeared before Hei Sha's eyes.
"You've really become the 'Virtuous Empress.'" He said helplessly, then felt he'd spoken out of turn and glanced at me furtively.
My "fierceness" finally made Zhu Yue's body stiffen for a moment; I eyed him warily, and after a while, he took my hand off his face, his expression strange, as if trying hard to endure something.
Lu Zhao knew the situation was urgent and gritted his teeth to follow Wei Qi's steps. He was familiar with the pursuers behind—none other than the personal guards of Khan Tu Bu Huar Mo. The leader, wasn't it Captain Bayin, whose proposal had failed?
Everyone watched as Jian Ling transformed into a meteor and plunged straight into the water, his body charred, black smoke pouring from his mouth. If not for the Xuanwu Armor, Ning's strike would have killed him on the spot.

Xuan Ye smiled and said, "How am I supposed to talk to her? Tell her not to fight anymore? Tell her she will become Empress Dowager? Or tell her... she doesn't have many years left?" As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly.
Watching Situjing retreat alone, a trace of anxiety flashed in the young lord's eyes, but seeing that she hadn't left for good, he became excited, as if convinced Situjing would follow him forever.
After speaking, Huo Yun glanced deeply at Qin Yi, snorted coldly, and strode out. Qin Yi wasn't sure if he'd offended Master Huo Yun, but he didn't care for such trivial matters; he smiled self-deprecatingly and walked out with hands behind his back.
"Then I won't be polite, since gemstones are your specialty, you handle it," Lu Xiang said, not being courteous either, flipping the golden ruby back and forth twice before returning it to the tea table.
This journey to the Water Realm, regardless of the final outcome, just this fierce battle alone had earned Chen Shaojun the support and admiration of the people of Jiangnan. If he chose to stay, he would surely prosper and become a major figure in Jiangnan.
Chu Xun, hiding in the grass, was surprised—the deer didn't flee at his presence; had they grown so foolish?
Nalan Jianming pondered for a moment, knowing the three were family elders, and the Ox clan was in charge, so he spoke accordingly.
Before striking Green Cub, just approaching it was enough for the electric sphere's charge to make Green Cub's whole body tingle.
Chu Xun became wary—he lived for His Majesty the Jade Emperor, would die for him, loyal to the Heavenly Court. Fuxi’s words were intriguing: the future of humanity? With him?
She truly felt lost now, not knowing what to do next, her mind empty without a single idea.
"Will anyone come tomorrow? If so, I'll prepare the lamb in advance, so I won't be rushed," Cao Peiyu said while eating.
Among the others, though Chen Shaojun was unfamiliar, judging by their tone and atmosphere, his status was no less than Yao Tianwei's.
Daji turned her head away, ignoring Chu Xun, leaving him dumbfounded—what was with Ren Jun’s picking posture?
The crowd quickly scattered; a Spirit Martial Lord’s self-destruction was no ordinary thing—a pure explosion of spiritual power, not something anyone could withstand.
Some tried to sneak in and look, but the whole shop seemed cloaked in a terrifying defense, making entry impossible.
Why did he like to keep people guessing when he spoke? His style was to force you into a corner so you’d beg him for help.
While speaking, Dong Jiayi pulled Han Zhenhan's hair and slammed his head against the wall, holding Han's chin with the other hand, covering his mouth.

At that moment, I was completely powerless against the predicament before me, so I could only use deduction and analysis to distract myself, lest the torturous wait drive me mad.
Then the maid standing there vanished, carried under Dark Night’s arm as she ran after Lu Wu ahead.
Ye Lishang changed out of her wet clothes, and when she stepped out from behind the screen, she saw Ai Qiaoqiao sitting dazed in a chair.
The Imperial Avenue was broad enough for eight carriages to travel side by side. Along its edges, shops, taverns, tea houses, and chess clubs lined the street. Walking along, one could occasionally spot foreigners with azure eyes and golden hair.
He had no extreme reaction, since the one before him had the qualification and capital to speak so boldly.
Of course, to say there were no other possibilities would be wrong; after all, the system claimed to be only LV1 now. If upgraded to LV2 or LV3, perhaps other means might be unlocked. But the path to upgrade was long, and Fang Buhui had no clue how to do it.
Most were familiar with this plot, but when truly enacted, it became something entirely different.
On that day, when Sect Master Nie Yuanqing of Tianwu Martial Sect saw Qi Tianyou and Li Yun lying on the ground, and Li Qiushui looking disheveled in the distance, his expression changed slightly.
Seeing this, Demon Lotus narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother Yun, I'll help you." She had already dealt with her opponent.
"The Five Elements Sect hasn't failed an assassination in ten years, and yet failed this time? It seems Zhang Junbao's luck is greater than we imagined!" The elder was silent for a moment.
Lin Li’s figure was swept away by Ye Tian, landing him in the midst of the three fierce tiger beasts.
That place was far from them, out of ordinary eyesight, but Mo Yun’s eyes, tempered by training, could see the scene there without hindrance.
Many guests secretly glanced at Gu He, deeply puzzled—how could such a distinguished figure come to celebrate Mo Yongnian’s birthday?