Chapter 134: The Value of Fang's Gold Content

Fang Xinghe still cannot understand the pathological pursuit of "beautiful looks" among Koreans.

Yes, they do not pursue beautiful things; they only look at faces.

So, completely different from the situation in Nihon, Fang Xinghe experienced no cultural debate in Korea at all; relying solely on some hard photos spreading wildly online, he already possessed considerable fame and several nicknames.

"Wow! This is completely the Son of the Sun!"

"Daepae! How can the world have"

Seeing that Yun Lanyue was somewhat sad at this moment, Dan Jue stopped crying himself and instead comforted Yun Lanyue.

He dared not mention the things he worried about, but he was already a man who had lived half his life, knowing that even if many things were unwilling, they were beyond human power to stop or reverse.

The identity of Bo Ci gave her a reason to stay in the army; the instructor could not refuse the old general's face, so he hurriedly arranged accommodation for her, even reasonably choosing a room next to Bo Yan's.

Thinking of these things, the Duojia family felt bitterness in their hearts; they had originally thought that with Duolong returning, the Duojia family would soar to the sky, but they did not expect the result would still be destruction.

When Ai Mu took the initiative, he carried a trace of shyness and resistance, with his waistline as the bottom line, yet the person in his arms actively reached out to hold him.

Teasing him back then brought a sense of achievement; now teasing him... there was not a shred of the joy from the beginning.

Thinking of everything she was about to face, a sharp light gathered in her eyes; thus, she held her breath and focused, staring intently into the depths of the night, following in the direction Yun Chong had just gone.

"Hmph, hmph," the speakers were dissatisfied, unable to understand if Wang Ming was really that powerful? Was it worth immortals, the Sect Master, and the Grand Elder hesitating so much?

The most despicable thing was not only sending himself a photo, but also adding four words underneath the photo: A Match Made in Heaven.

Gently exhaling a breath, Ai Mu's heart settled considerably; while calculating what he should do, he entered the realm of dreams.

Although Xu Chu's body was bulky, his speed was not slow; he thrust the shaft of the great blade in his hand downward, accurately smashing against Chao Yun's spear, knocking it aside, leaving Zhao Yun to thrust at empty air.

It was just that for some unknown reason, it deviated slightly; Mu Yi did not think a person who could defeat the Great Slave would make such a mistake, which could only mean that a special situation occurred at that time, allowing the Great Slave to snatch back a life.

But at the same time, a huge fire lotus wrapped him within it; if one looked closely, one would discover that the fire lotus had three layers, corresponding to the third transformation of the Fire Control Secret Art.

"Regardless of who it is due to, this grudge must be avenged, right? Is it related to that great figure from Jingcheng?" Mu Yi asked Mo Ruyan.

The Holy Venerable's words made Mu Yi sigh with relief, yet he could not help but smile bitterly; perhaps he was too lazy to care? After all, let alone the time when he had not yet become a Heaven and Man, even now, in the other party's eyes, he was probably just an existence like an ant?

Not only Blood Hand King, but anyone who heard these words was stunned; it was no longer the Seventh Heaven? But the Eighth Heaven? Did this not mean that in just that brief process, Mu Yi had already broken through the shackles of the Seventh Heaven and advanced to the Eighth Heaven?

Alright, this upgrade has no technical content; it is simply increasing the consumption of Chakra to achieve the effect of enhanced power.

"Excellent!" Mu Yi nodded; regardless of the reason the other party came knocking, Mu Yi had no need to hide; on the contrary, since the other party could provide a tower ship, it naturally saved Mu Yi a lot of trouble.

"Actually, wanting to understand 'Four Five Three' is not difficult at all; everyone just needs to think of Lin Da's experience to know."

One must know that Lin Yuan is a world-class composer; in such a grand occasion, how could Lin Yuan possibly compose an ordinary piece of music to perform?

Her appearance was still that clear and graceful, intoxicating; between her eyebrows and eyes floated a faint smile of relief and gratification; the corners of her tightly closed eyes were moist and glistening, causing Demos to instantly recall the parting tears in her eyes before her figure was shattered by the sea waves.