Chapter 121: The Sword of Culture: The Reflection of Sun and Moon

For ordinary writers, book signing events are not necessary.

But Fang Xinghe is different; no writer in the entire world possesses higher offline display value than he does.

Even when expanded to the entire entertainment industry, this remains true.

In this era, any star who appears on camera looks "like a jade-faced, smooth-skinned beauty," but that's only because of makeup; cameras can't capture details, making makeup-covered stars appear as if they're bare-faced, so as long as the facial structure is acceptable

Sure enough, he came to demand an explanation; Yin Gezhi lowered his gaze, gently squeezing the jade ring on his thumb, and let out a long sigh.

Just as the ghost child lunged forward, Wei Jing's step halted instantly, then he extended a hand with jet-black skin toward the ghost child.

This was put on for Ye Yuqing's benefit; after all, this man was gentle and considerate, caring for her far more than Yin Gezhi ever did.

Ai Mu stared at the ceiling in disbelief; when the door slammed shut with a "bang," she jolted upright like a leaping carp.

When she woke up, it was already ten in the morning; she scrambled up and, without hesitation, dialed Si Junhao's number.

I asked him back; Bo Yin suddenly curled his lips, as if relieved, then bent his head and lightly kissed my forehead with his cold, thin lips.

I nodded, picked up a piece of meat, and placed it in Bo Yin's bowl; he turned his head to look at me, his eyes filled with delight.

"Your name is so beautiful, unlike mine, which is so ordinary," Kong Jia said, looking disgusted with her own name, making Ai Mu want to laugh.

If it were Li Yue instead, Li Yue felt it would take at most a few years before the ghosts here might still not have lost control.

Li Mu did not speak long with Thomas Chamberlain; after Lawrence Lucas arrived, Li Mu left the banquet hall directly with Lawrence Lucas—they had too much to discuss.

Huan Wen, who controlled the wealthy tax revenues of Jing, Yi, and Jiang provinces, could forge tens of thousands of sets of armor, consuming millions of catties of steel, and it would be nothing more than a drop in the bucket. If Gao Jingzong truly sold steel at twenty cash per unit, Huan Wen would dare arm all seventy-six thousand of his Western Mansion soldiers with full iron armor.

When Shen Haoxuan regained his senses, he found himself not in the grand hall, but standing atop a mist-shrouded mountain peak, surrounded by endless seas of clouds; not far before him, a middle-aged man in a gray Daoist robe sat cross-legged on a mat, gently stroking an ancient qin.

Under the pretense of catching sparrows, before the snow melted, Ying Tao and Qiu Shan Runsheng and several others entered the mountains for four straight days, catching seventeen or eighteen rabbits, all locked in Miao Yu Ze's poultry shed. After the snow melted, Ying Tao sold them all to a traveling peddler.

Tian Xiang pressed her advantage, clamping the sword between her teeth, using her hands as feet, and repeatedly kicking Red Sleeve's head, shoulders, chest, and other vital points; Red Sleeve was forced into constant retreat.

As Shen Daguaren was halfway through his meal, a stone suddenly flew through the half-open window, crashing to the ground with a "thud." The stone carried a letter addressed to Shen Daguaren.

In the car, Ning Xia watched Chi Jinfeng walk to another row of parking spots, stare at a car for a long time, then kick one of its tires, triggering a loud alarm, before finally returning.

Snow lay piled in the courtyard; He Hua, eager to help, heard the words and hurried down the steps, stepping onto a pristine expanse of snow. Her feet wore only cotton shoes; the cold pierced straight to her bones, eliciting two "oh no!" cries.

"What about this man?" Luan Yu walked up to Lu Hubao, lifting her chin haughtily; instinctively, she sensed the suppressed, formidable aura hidden within Lu Hubao, stirring in her a sudden urge to test him—especially since he was a Han Chinese man.

She had freed herself from these trivial matters, now only watching progress, checking for issues, and managing coordination.