Chapter 126: Convincing the Editor-in-Chief into Becoming a Speculator

The text reporter frantically pulled at his hair, feeling as if his brain were about to explode.

The main edition of Asia Times targets international users, so its content is written in English; the current Chinese interviews must ultimately be translated into English.

But how could Fang Xinghe's words be translated?

For instance, the final sentence, "My god is here," was clearly a clever pun carrying multiple meanings.

Everyone knew Fang Xinghe had a Daoist background, and within Daoism, the Great

The black rod in the air still buzzed unwillingly. Yu Zhi reached out to soothe it but was repelled, the pain in his palm piercing to the bone.

It was nearly spring, yet suddenly a heavy snow of goose-feather flakes fell overnight, continuing ceaselessly, truly causing people to exclaim in wonder.

"Hehehe, the meaning is much the same." Feng Yiguo realized he had made a fool of himself and quickly let out an awkward chuckle.

Gu Yu looked at the stone-ball-like object crashing down in the distance, frowning slightly; the feeling this thing gave him was not good.

Especially feeling the probing glances from around him, Luo Tianye found it even harder to refuse. As a soldier, dying on the battlefield and being wrapped in horsehide was no shame; the true shame was facing the enemy without even the courage to draw one's sword.

Shen Dongyang, sitting opposite the two, was equally uneasy and equally hoped the old Lady's mind was sound.

No one knew this terrain better than they did; from the top floor, it was indeed a good escape route. The group brought Bai Muqing to the rooftop and, just as they were about to flee to the adjacent building, a shadow suddenly appeared before their eyes.

After the journey to Sunset Mountain Range, Yue Xuanxuan's maturity was obvious, especially after nearly brushing against death; her temperament had clearly become much more resilient. If it were before, the moment that lean man made his move, Yue Xuanxuan would have already thrown herself into disarray.

I wiped my cheek with my hand and found spots of fresh blood on it. Looking down, I saw Li Mengqi pouting at me, then lunged to bite me again.

"How can that be? There is clearly a place to stay, yet we drove mother to a hotel. If this news spreads back home, people will surely say Zhang Yang is unfilial." You Yu added.

Duck eggs need no cooking; simply cut them open and serve them. The same goes for that half preserved duck; just steam it in a pot until cooked.

The place they were currently in was a notorious haunted site famous on the internet nowadays, and they were eating a meal right there. Thinking back now, it was truly somewhat magical.

Sang Jiarou was so frightened by Feng Wu's cold tone that she dared not speak, yet her answer just now had torn open Feng Wu's heart's scar. He and Chang Yu Youle were right; an Emperor would not favor any single imperial son. Even though he was now the only one by the Emperor's side, what he possessed was still far from enough to command the world's admiration.

When he walked to Ai Han's side, he leaned forward and whispered these words into her ear.

And Ling Chen on the stage felt a bit regretful at that moment; it was just that little bit short! But the difference between that and death was not great; losing half one's body meant that even if countless spiritual medicines were used to save him, he would have to lie in bed for the rest of his life, and cultivation would have nothing to do with him anymore.

"I have never seen my parents; I don't even know what they look like. For so many years, I have lived with you, Uncle. Why do you need to explain yourself to them? You haven't seen them for so many years; you have probably long forgotten me." Si Ping'an said resentfully.

As for the relationship between the two, they were considered fairly close friends. Although Ling Chen had some affection for Su Mumu, he had never mentioned it. Perhaps Su Mumu knew, but she never brought it up either.

The convoy left. Sang Lan was just about to turn back to find Ruan Xin and speak, but discovered he had already walked far away with several friends. Yes, his own son was valued so highly; how could he not be proud?

What gave people a headache was that this villa was truly too remote; the information had been posted for a long time with no interest. If it were in the Yun City urban area, such a villa would be in high demand, and one could not get it for less than thirty to fifty million.