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Chapter 123: The Age Has Arrived

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On April 1st, Jilin Province news and multiple television networks broadcast footage of Fang Xinghe's book signing event.

Who is human and who is dog is clear at a glance.

The Northeastern TV networks plus Eastern TV and Anhui TV all presented positive angles, while Capital TV, Jiangsu TV, and Hunan TV heavily amplified the phenomenon of middle schoolers skipping class to attend the signing.

Newspapers naturally showed division too—those who should praise continued praising, those who wanted to curse kept cursing, nothing unusual.

Of course, apart from Tiger Bite Sect and Crow God Cult, Wolong Cave had the same consideration, since this was a continuous resource.

Giving charcoal in snow brings great gratitude; adding flowers to brocade makes affection as light as a goose feather—this is a simple truth.

"Some things are terribly painful and cruel, but that's the truth," said the Mandrake Flower.

Just as He Xi was about to veer off mentally and commit a grave mistake, a call saved him—it was He Xi's mother.

The howling wind, the Snake King's shriek—this collision didn't just leave it bleeding and bruised, it made it fully feel the power of thunder; the moment it hit the ground, the Thunder Dragon's complete form fully appeared.

Chu Yang took one look and saw through Qiu Wu's true nature, so he spoke to him with indifference.

Previously, Xu Fan had been preparing for the Grand Competition, enduring grueling seclusion to cultivate, and the rest of his time was entirely devoted to the Gray Wolf Team's training—he had not a single moment of leisure.

Nan Lanfeng, having figured this out, felt her mood completely brighten; she was no longer so depressed.

Shen Nian lifted his eyes slightly, without speaking; Xue Shi, seeing him, felt fear and could no longer hold her smile, stammering and dare not ask further.

"Release the Buddha, or I'll kill your elder sister first, then the others," said Guanyin Bodhisattva in an unyielding tone.

Thus, after a brief consultation with Jieduo and others, Jabbar decided to temporarily appease the arriving buyer Rog, ideally delaying delivery as much as possible to buy time; how to procure new goods would have to be decided later.

Upon hearing this, Lucifer's expression turned proud; he spread his vast jet-black wings and took flight, shooting straight into the sky in one burst.

Then, Ye Fei hung up the phone, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and squinted at the fat man slumped on the ground.

Since descending the mountain, Xin Ziling had been searching for Du Gu Sisi. But she was new to the Jianghu, lacking both experience and connections, with no way to trace the other's whereabouts. So she used the most primitive method: approach people in the Jianghu and ask.

He not only revealed ahead of this man that others were hiding in the shadows, but even this helper he had placed great hope in possessed Wu Gong that was not particularly impressive.

Everyone was trembling with fear, standing ready, observing the heavens, listening to the wind, daring not move.

Since the advent of military strategy, countless experts have stressed the importance of terrain and topography. Facing a completely unfamiliar place, one can only learn terrain from maps—the clearer and more thoroughly one sees, the greater the advantage one gains.

Situ Hui's face turned deathly pale; this was no longer a problem solvable by one hundred million. Just now, she had actually insulted the other. At such close range, and with her intent to make them hear, if Ye Chen settled accounts later, Situ Hui dared not imagine what her fate would be.

Though demons continued pouring in, the terrain advantage temporarily maintained a stalemate; at the innermost position of the team, Randerson gently lifted Erle and leaned him against the wall, for he did not want his companion to look like a lifeless corpse.

"No no," Yin Chong hurriedly smiled; beside him, the assistant director looked astonished—this call had clearly disturbed him, didn't he see An Yixin walking over with a very displeased expression?

This is a precise technique, requiring Dao Yuan to delicately mimic the basic forms of those objects.

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