Chapter 666: Persistence Finds a Way

The storyteller left, replaced by a singer who took the stage.

Singing girls and musicians who in the past always served the powerful and noble, appearing only when officials and dignitaries booked the entire venue, now frequently performed openly in teahouses. One could sit and listen over a cup of tea, and even those without money could come in and add to the crowd. Their bearing had become far humbler than before.

For no other reason than that consumption had been downgraded. That Tang Dynasty, once foremost in extravagance, had vanished, and the wealth of officials, nobles, and landlords could no longer sustain it.

Along the way, the mountain guardians had already told the Water and Fire Boy about the Sage Laozi's seclusion, and that everything currently relied on the Grand Master of Xuandu to hold the line, so the Water and Fire Boy went straight for the key point from the start.

Shen Mo looked up and saw the square packed with disciples. These disciples faintly formed two rows, standing opposed left and right, their eyes hostile toward one another.

One must know that Xi was not exerting any power at all right now; these rays of sunlight were all spontaneous instinct, requiring no replenishment whatsoever to keep radiating endlessly.

Yet even if Jason understood, what could he do? He could only follow the example of those four giant dragons before him and dutifully serve as a sparring partner.

Lacking high-level skills meant lacking a large amount of skill damage. Relying purely on his own constitution and level, he was now at most equivalent to a level-70 player, and could handle monsters of no more than level 80.

"Haha, young man, don't be too modest. Today this old man can be said to have broadened his horizons. I'll give you this set of silver needles." Old Man Ouyang changed the subject.

This person never mentioned anything wrong with her own son. Perhaps she did not feel her son had done anything wrong at all—it was only a cuju ball, what was so remarkable about it? Never mind the Xiao family, even the Tao family could produce ten, a hundred cuju balls, could they not?

"If the power of the Shadow-Lag Mask I use causes any losses, don't blame me..." the Raven transmitted hesitantly.

A streamer's income on the Dragon Fight streaming platform was determined by the streamer's level. Once they reached LV3, as long as they completed a fixed monthly streaming time requirement each month, they would earn a decent income.

But right in front of Fang Jin, these one million gold coins transformed into countless strands of energy and began merging with the four territory stones floating in the air and the original level-2 territory stone.

Lu Xingcheng was actually aware of this. In this day and age, honest lawyers who did not scheme for a bit of money were few and far between!

After chatting a bit, the chubby girl left, and then Cong Yi received a call from a reporter saying he could join the program tomorrow.

When that wooden door struck the doorframe, it produced an extremely loud "Clang," as if it had also struck Ping Ruoyu's heart, carrying only the bone-chilling breath of cold wind, swirling and echoing in the small room, lingering long without dispersing.

Finally waiting for you, and glad I didn't give up. Entering the cinema felt different altogether—treading on the fluffy pink carpet, wearing pink Hello Kitty-framed 3D glasses, sitting in a pink massage chair watching a movie—it was beyond comfortable.

Actually, in this courtyard, the most adorable person was not the uncle or aunt, but the elderly grandmother.

After that, Xu Ning successively produced three more secret documents, all recording the latest modified weapons of the Yaliken military. Now everyone was thoroughly convinced by Xu Ning. In the entire world, it would be impossible to find a second person who could steal from the Hexagram Tower and still get away unscathed.

On the scene, many people fixed their hopeful, expectant gazes on Su Miao, waiting for her next answer.

Tongzhi shook both sleeves and surged forward in pursuit. Every move could be called relentless pounding, yet at the final moment, he stayed his hand out of mercy, not pressing toward his vital points. It seemed that if he wished, he could make Xuan Shuang abandon his sword and concede at any time, but he deliberately held himself to his station and left him room.

"Let me show you what it means to be the Chosen One of the dice world!" I said in a very chuunibyou manner.

But Xu Tianchuan had a gambling element to it—he gambled that the Xieling armor plates thrown over by Xing Changren could temporarily block the light. Even if it was just one second, they could still cross past each other.