Chapter 103: The Founder of New Youth Literature

By the time Li Hong recovered slightly from her breakdown, she discovered that the office area was empty.

Huh? Where did everyone go?

For a moment, she couldn't spare the thought to ponder it, so she took her towel and went to the restroom to wash her face.

Just as she reached the door, she heard suppressed sobbing coming from a nearby stall.

Fine, fine, fine, another one.

Li Hong passed by an editing room again and heard intense arguing coming from inside, vaguely carrying the words "Fang Xinghe."

"Good!" Chen Yun nodded with a stern expression, and carrying his iron mace, he and Zhao Rulong also rushed up.

Actually, it was because after the Mao hour (5-7 AM), the sun rose and the sunlight shone everywhere; at this time, lewd evils could not run amok in the sunlight.

Those rich idlers had nothing to do but travel around and show off; if they had the ability, why didn't they go travel to the Northern Song’s Eastern Capital? Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered: right, Chen Niwan and his master seemed to have gone to Bianliang; when would he go find them?

Geng Bo didn't give Wang Peng a chance to speak and hung up the phone. Wang Peng still had a huge amount of confusion left in his heart! How did the fight at the scene start? Who did they fight with? Was anyone injured? Since they wouldn't be detained, the villagers should have been the ones being beaten, so how was the side that beat them being handled?

"As for you, Kalman, I heard you are getting along well with Chen Ye now. You should continue to be his agent. By the way, can you contact Chen now?" Moerkafisi suddenly asked.

A loud noise erupted among the bandits; in the huge explosion, more than a dozen bandits were immediately covered in wounds, howling and rolling on the ground.

Zhu Di’s question did not receive a response from everyone; they all remained silent, eyes fixed on their noses. Zhu Di was faintly angry, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the armrest of the dragon throne stood out.

"Didn't you ask me to help you catch mice? Why am I sitting down?" Zong Feng looked at Su Xiaoxiao, puzzled.

"How is that possible?" Leng Hongyun looked at Chu Tianci in disbelief. The mole was a member of the War God Clan; Chu Tianci knew that best.

Ji Xuan nodded gently, but then his expression became somewhat dejected: "...However, as a member of the God Clan, although using the God Tree fruit and our essence blood to give birth to a child won't cause the spiritual power in my body to flow away and lead to death from old age, but..."?

Not long after, she heard Youcai’s steady breathing; she knew that tonight’s operation was a complete failure.

"Coo-coo!" The giant eagle let out a sharp screech, flapped its wings, and dove toward the enemy. Its pair of sharp claws were powerful and vigorous, radiating a ferocious cold light. Avoiding the enemy’s attack, it grabbed his chest with one claw and used its long, sharp beak to peck hard at the enemy’s eyes.

"The old man lives here?" Looking at the ordinary courtyard in front of him, a look of obvious surprise flashed in Sun Ming’s eyes.

I lowered my eyelashes to hide the smile in my eyes, while Nan Chengyao slanted a look at me with a half-smile, a mischievous curve suddenly hooking at the corner of his lips.

Following that, the rope was pulled up by Lin Qi, and just like that, he "disappeared" under this patch of shade.

"Brother Qingshan, it’s so dirty and messy here, how are we supposed to live?" The two stepped into the room, and looking at everything in front of them, Mo Chou cried out.

This guy was a white-skinned sesame rice ball (a black-hearted person). As soon as Jie Guibi heard him, she knew he was up to no good. She rolled her eyes and suddenly remembered one thing.

"I don't know either. Wherever it’s lively, we’ll go there first, just consider it a stroll." Mo Chou sighed.

"That’s great, I’ve already persisted for three days, does this count?" Le Chu held up her phone, signaling the two to look at the screen; on it was her real-time running supervision record.

These old foxes who had been immersed in politics for many years could often see the clues of a faction’s rise or fall from one or two inconspicuous personnel news items about "appointments" or "activations."

But there are very few humans who can perceive musical temperament, because every musical temperament is different, it’s just that most humans can't hear it.