Chapter 142: What Reason Do You Need for Me to Hate You?

"You just mentioned hatred. Very good, I am very willing to discuss with you the origin, accumulation, and elimination of hatred, because some things have indeed troubled me for a long time. I hope to provide a solution to my confusion through some beneficial folk dialogue."

Fang Xinghe spoke of confusion, but his expression was so calm.

More than 20 large lights in the gymnasium shone up and down on the signing table, making the light brighter than the scorching sun of the day.

For...

Her voice trembling, Natalie's eyes flashed with slight tears, her arms gathered, gently hugging Robben's head.

That was a young man of about thirty, wearing a black leather robe. His sturdy arms were exposed to the air, and one could even vaguely see the lean muscles on his chest.

The cultivators below the Dongyi Kingdom at this moment only felt a thirty-zhang-wide black cloud drifting across the sky, and the whole world suddenly became extremely oppressive. Then they saw a ball of white light chasing after the black light, but in a tenth of a blink of an eye, both the black light and the white light disappeared over the Dongyi Kingdom.

The supercomputer certainly wouldn't forcibly change Yuan Shao's thoughts, but it must have influenced Yuan Shao's choices through many indirect methods, and then Yuan Shao was one step wrong and every step wrong. These heaven-defying props are really terrifying. Think about the disaster-avoidance talisman in your own hand; if used well, it could also destroy a family and a country.

Looking up at the bright moon climbing onto the treetops, Tadun's heart became more and more restless. He didn't know what this feeling represented. If he knew, even if he risked climbing the mountain, he would take his men and horses and run south desperately.

It seems that although this Shahe Feng practiced demonic arts, the death energy in this swamp was incompatible with his demonic energy.

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, one of the dozens of entrances on the second floor of the black divine palace suddenly shot out countless green sword energy. Sweeping across, the space seemed to be cut into countless pieces, giving people a visual confusion. The destructive aura shook the space and fluctuated in all directions.

Seeing Shang Buchu arrive, Jiang Hai took the initiative to stand up, welcomed him warmly, took Shang Buchu's hand, sat down at the table, and exchanged pleasantries. Shang Buchu inevitably had to ask what position Jiang Hai held now.

Constantly running, breaking through, Zhao Cheng didn't remember how many times he had been surrounded and how many times he had rushed out. His hat had long been lost, his hairpin didn't know where it had fallen, and his boots were filled with half a boot of snow water, making a "clatter" sound when running. His clothes were even more filthy and extremely embarrassed.

Occasionally smiling or missing it, too many things happened before the recording of this album, so many that it was hard to handle. Those moods would be sung into the songs, right?

"Nothing, I was greedy and came over to drink a few sips first." Qu Zhenwei was tall and a bit fat, occupying almost two seats on the sofa. When he said he was greedy, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"It seems the Princess still remembers." Ye Hua's cold voice suddenly came from behind. With the creak of the door, Hua Xuanji only felt a pain in her elbow. In the midst of the world spinning, when she looked up again, she found that she was nestled in Ye Hua's arms.

Hua Xuanji just wanted to let out a long sigh, when she suddenly remembered what her mother had said, the words that the old guy couldn't cure.

Wushang hadn't returned, and she was the only one on the entire second floor. She had a vague sense of time here, without anyone to ask. She didn't know when dinner would be served, so she watched the chimney of the big kitchen smoking and started to light a fire herself.

Even if that Daoist Zhang of the Soul-Falling Sect was powerful, he couldn't go to the Tianshui Sect to cause trouble for him. But the Prince Yan's Mansion was different. If the other party had the intention to harm, the Wei family and others would have no ability to resist.

As soon as this happened, it spread in the circle. Killing the chicken to warn the monkey, from then on, no one dared to imitate the clothing in Wang Xuan's factory. ===== CHAPTER 144 =====