Volume One, Chapter 49: Accompanying the Empress to Compete in Dragon Country’s Voice of Talent!

"Yaoyao, participating in this variety show and securing a place in the top three will be our token of allegiance!"
"As long as you can get the mentors to turn around, I can sign you with Starlight Group. After all, this show is hosted by Starlight Group!"
"Competing with those young kings and queens will elevate your status and level!"
A-Lian spoke with anticipation.

"I understand, Sister Lian. I won't let you down this time!"
"If I can't get into the top three, I'll leave the music world!"
"This song—it's one you spent a fortune to have written for me. If I can't even make it into the top three, how could I face you?" Lu Yaoyao said with resolute determination...

Long Bing didn't want his team members to stand guard at night mainly because each of them had to fight the next day. Night watch consumes energy and would greatly impact their performance.

Ye Qingcheng tried her best, two pools of tears barely formed in her eyes. She shook her head vigorously, looking pitiful, lips parted but unable to utter a sound.

Some of the usable old goods could be sent to the shop to be sold for cash. She had already entrusted Guo Cong to buy several storefronts in both the East and West Markets, specializing in spices, jewelry, gold and silver, silk, and pawn shops. Handling old goods was hardly a challenge.

He witnessed his own brothers and sisters being killed by enemies—by the demon clan—right before his eyes.

And then, came the restless discomfort, turning and tossing even in sleep, the furrowed brow never relaxing.

When she slipped away toward the next target, Ye Qingcheng's figure paused imperceptibly for half a second in the darkness—she could sense someone following her. That subtle feeling of being watched, if not for her exceptionally keen senses, would have gone unnoticed.

Nian Yun watched in alarm. Originally, she too intended to find an opportunity to mount the horse, but Li Chang beat her to it.

Most of these ministers were accustomed to feasting on lavish dishes—delicacies from land and sea—and no meal could entice them anymore. The banquets were merely for forging alliances, building friendships as fragile as a whisper.

A battle team capable of defeating them—was it really so insignificant in this man's eyes?

"Ma Fei! What are you doing? If you act without reason again, we won't be so polite!" Liu Neng said angrily. But Ma Fei steadied himself and immediately formed a complex set of hand seals.

As everyone took their leave, Cecile walked out of the room and gently closed the door. No sooner had she closed it than the three gathered at the bedside, anxiously watching the sleeping Teo.

"But what if her parking was just a coincidence?" Li San was still somewhat skeptical of Tang Long's judgment—at least, there was no evidence yet to prove it.

Lei Tingting slowly approached Lei Xiao Hu, who said no more and led his group toward the door. Lei Tingting glanced back at Zhang Nianzu three times with every step, her eyes full of reluctance and sadness. The last farewell felt permanent, so she had left resolutely. This time, hope lingered, and so did her attachment.

Moreover, this great battle could not be concealed; Chikuzen would surely receive news. Their samurai were little different from those of the Otomo clan. With Otomo suffering such losses, even if Chikuzen coveted Tachibana Castle, they would not rashly send troops.

Tang Long had no choice but to check out what was happening at West West Bar—her missed calls kept coming, so he had to go.

Cang Yun released two Heavenly Clear Spirit Jade Talismans, gathering the energy of heaven and earth to heal Zhu Xue Zhuque. Having exhausted his own mana, Cang Yun could barely stand.

It wasn't a friendly match, so the underlings could have ignored him. Yet, for some reason, everyone paused, especially those in the front row. They sensed that even if they continued, things would not end well for them.

"Grandfather Qi, it's not like that. Cheng Hu is definitely innocent." Yu Ting couldn't help but speak up.

Ma Qi, worn out from a string of incidents—all caused by Chen Tuo—arrived at Chen Tuo's home to find him barely alive, no breath left. Recovering his composure, he immediately sought help, heading straight for Lu Ailin.

Madam Liu heard her husband's remarks, and since it was dark, she let it go. But that Madam Hu, playing tricks like this—she shouldn't fear being talked about behind her back.

"Young master, when will we go to Tokyo?" Agnes pressed impatiently, longing to fly to Tokyo at once, to see with her own eyes the most prosperous metropolis in the world.

As the plot deepened, whispers and laughter in the theater gradually faded. Critics, hoping to analyze as they watched, found themselves unable to distract their minds any longer.

Second, Zhiwan was already a mother, while as her cousin, he had yet to find a suitable daughter-in-law—always dissatisfied with one or another.

The trajectory was far from perfect; Xia Yanxiang's body was about to fall from the other side. In a flash, something leapt nimbly from the opposite cliff and landed lightly.

"I don't know. I thought they were all at the Lihuo Sect." Qin Shi shook his head. During the Inferno Secret Realm incident, Lin Yu had been delayed in the secret realm because of Zhou Qin, and he knew nothing about what happened afterward.

In that conversation, Duan Ren was conquered by Fang Yiyu's bold and thorough plan. He asked Fang Yiyu to stay in the army and take charge of the intelligence network he'd secretly organized for the city's defense.

Seeing Mo Sheng's expression and hearing his tone, Fang Yiyu felt deep contempt. Though they had no close ties, Fang Yiyu's first impression of Mo Sheng had been decent.

Changsun Xue'er frowned, her delicate brows knit and fists clenched. She engraved the hatred in her heart, deciding to ask her father to seek justice for her upon her return.

At that moment, Aunt An's feelings of dejection and anxiety were indescribable. If these rumors reached her, all her restless worry would surely turn toward her second sister.

It was a converted department store, two floors. Downstairs sold electronic watches, calculators, and some game consoles. Upstairs, half the space was dedicated to newly popular VCD players. Crowds gathered, not all to buy—each shop played different discs, attracting many onlookers.

A closed space that could hold hundreds, with nothing but dark metal walls and a stark white light.

Mr. Hu called. He had let their computer technician try the machine today and was very satisfied. He introduced it to other county education bureaus; the technical schools and bureaus needed seven or eight hundred units and wanted to know if there was stock.

Three days later, the entire group departed Paris for other French cities and neighboring countries. Their return journey was from Rome in Italy to Hong Kong airport.

Kiritsugu Emiya stood up expressionlessly, his eyes 'cold' as he looked at Illya, who was clutching her head pitifully.

He could feel himself growing stronger with every swing of his sword—each strike more powerful than the last.

The magic within him surged toward his wand. Though no light appeared at its tip, the palpable wave of magical energy rippled out.