Chapter 104: The Pioneer of New Youth Literature

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

Huh? Where did everyone go?

Not having time to think it through, she took out her towel and went to the restroom to wash her face.

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

Good, good, good, another one.

As Li Hong passed through the editorial office again, she heard fierce arguing inside, with the name "Fang Xinghe" vaguely audible.

"Good!" Chen Yun nodded grimly, and charging up, he and Zhao Rulong, each wielding an iron bar, rushed forward.

The reason is simply that after the Mao hour, when the sun first rises and its light shines everywhere, evil spirits cannot cause trouble under the sunlight.

Those rich idlers travel everywhere to show off; if they have the ability, why don't they go travel to the Eastern Capital of the Northern Song? Thinking this, he suddenly remembered, yes, Chen Niwan and his master-disciple pair seemed to have gone to Bianliang; when can I go find them?

Geng Bo hung up the phone without giving Wang Peng a single chance to speak. Wang Peng still had a huge mass of doubts in his heart! How did the fight break out at the scene? Who did they fight? Was anyone injured? Since they wouldn't be detained, then the villagers must have been the ones beaten; how was the beating party handled?

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

Only a loud boom came from among the bandits; amidst the massive explosion, more than a dozen bandits were instantly blown all over with injuries, rolling on the ground screaming wildly.

Zhu Di's question received no response from anyone; each one remained silent, eyes on their noses and noses on their eyes. Zhu Di was vaguely growing angry, and veins stood out on the back of his hand gripping the dragon throne's armrest.

"Didn't you ask me to help you beat the rat? Why am I sitting down?" Zong Feng looked at Su Xiaoxiao in confusion.

"How is that possible?" Leng Hongyun looked at Chu Tianci in disbelief; the insider being from the War God Clan, Chu Tianci knew best.

Ji Xuan nodded lightly, but then his expression turned somewhat dim as he said: "... But, as a member of the God Clan, although bearing a child with the fruit of the Divine Tree and our essence blood will not cause my spiritual power to drain and lead to death by old age, but..."

Not long after, she heard Youcai's steady breathing; she knew the operation tonight had failed completely.

'Gugu!' The great eagle let out a piercing shriek; as it flapped its wings, it dove toward the enemy. Its pair of sharp claws were powerful and vigorous, emitting a ferocious cold gleam. Avoiding the enemy's attack, one claw seized his chest, and its long, sharp beak pecked forcefully at the enemy's eyes.

"The old master lives here?" Looking at the ordinary courtyard before him, Sun Ming's eyes clearly flashed with a trace of surprise.

I lowered my feathery eyelashes, hiding the smile in my eyes, while Nan Chengyao glanced at me sideways with a half-smile, and a mischievous curve suddenly rose at the corner of his lips.

Immediately after, Lin Qi pulled the rope up along with it, and just like that, it "disappeared" beneath this patch of tree shade.

"Brother Qingshan, this place is so dirty and messy; how can we live here?" As the two stepped into the room and looked at everything before them, Mo Chou shouted out.

This guy is just a white-skinned sesame tangyuan; as soon as Jie Guibi heard him, she knew he had no good intentions, rolled her eyes, and suddenly remembered something.

"I don't know either; wherever it's lively, I'll go there first, just treating it as sightseeing." Mo Chou sighed.

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

These old hands who have been steeped in politics for many years can often spot the faint traces of a certain faction rising or another faction falling from one or two inconspicuous personnel news items like "accepting fate" or "activation."

However, humans capable of perceiving musical tones are very few, because every musical tone is different; it is just that most humans cannot hear the difference.