Chapter 81: Could This Be a Martial God?

"Oh?"

Fang Xinghe narrowed his eyes with a half-smile and looked over.

"Looks like you're quite familiar with the domestic cultural circle? Then could you do me a favor and explain just what's going on in the cultural circle these days?"

Chen Danqing was momentarily stumped by the question.

In truth, he wasn't too afraid of being humiliated or attacked by Fang Xinghe.

There were three reasons.

First, he had never written any article attacking Fang Xinghe.

Second, his younger sister, toward Fang Xinghe,

was only on sleepless nights, leaning by the window listening to the rain, letting thoughts drift with the endless drizzle, using the wind and rain to fill an empty, dependent heart, and to while away the unbearable loneliness of travel.

Ye Wei had always paid attention to details; seeing one movement from the old man, she was certain he was lying.

Very glad to have had you along the way. Sunlight slanted across the desk, slipping through the gaps in the hair, leaving dappled shadows, yet failing to drive away the chill in the slightest.

When she began weaving through the forest, this time An Ruo fully sensed a moment of enjoyment — a faint scent of green leaves at the tip of her nose, a steady breeze passing overhead, carrying away every trace of restlessness in her heart.

This wasn't right; she clearly couldn't sense it anymore, and at this distance, An Ruo had no choice but to trust her own eyes. What did this inability to sense it mean?

The soldier named Andre, upon hearing this, loaded a grenade into the launcher, then began asking Kalman for the specific parameters; after a brief adjustment, he aimed the muzzle at roughly thirty degrees into the sky and pulled the trigger on the grenade launcher.

"Miss Xiao, it seems we won't be able to admire the chrysanthemums today — how about we reschedule?" Yuzi Ying watched the two of them and only then spoke.

Upon receiving the notice, Ye Zifan sent Zhao Siqi to negotiate compensation, and even relaxed the compensation terms a bit further. He had thought this would finally settle the matter, but never expected the conflict to actually intensify.

He who boasts of being a man is like a teacup — no one uses a single teacup for a lifetime, so no one is worth his lifelong companionship. Originally he had only meant to play around, yet without realizing it, love had already taken root deep within, impossible to extricate himself.

Xia He had no intention of extracting any intelligence either; he wanted to test the efficacy of magic on these Daoist Priests, to test the resistance of their souls, and to test the bloodline characteristics of these people.

Once he gave the order, the number of people coming to apply would probably even exceed the total number of people in the entertainment circle.

So rather than tearing off the badge and openly admitting to being the wolf, it was better to toss the badge to Number 3 — maybe he could pull off the gamble.

Harris was caught off guard, nearly fumbling; he hurriedly dribbled back a few steps, widened the distance from Jiang Feng, then steadied his rhythm, still with no intention of passing, preparing to continue the one-on-one against Jiang Feng.

Su Xian's account was only open to friends, so even if someone followed him, they couldn't see any of his posts.

The struggle between the primary and deputy positions had always been exceptionally fierce; affected by this, the younger generation of the two families was also fighting with extreme intensity.

In fact, over the past two years Old Ke's condition had been gradually declining — though not obviously, his dominance over matches was indeed waning.

They were very clear that only by joining the White Flame Gang could they have a chance of surviving; if they didn't join the White Flame Gang, they simply had no chance of surviving at all.

The two of them had kept watching, and after the fire was put out, the wild wolves charged into the Su family home shouting Brother Bei's name at the top of their lungs — they knew then that Cao Bei was already dead inside.

Sure enough, Naha walked out to the front of the Mongol troops across the way, and the leading Mongol general hurriedly leaped down from his horse and knelt before Naha.

That poised-to-pounce stance, like a beast of prey about to seize its quarry, made even Kuchiki Kōga — who had already learned part of the truth in advance — involuntarily step back half a pace.

Mo Zhu retreated a few steps; the matter was already this clear, and no matter how dim-witted she was, she should know that Wu Weiyang had been taken away by someone.

Xu Wen controlled his external avatar to fly toward Lu Jian's humanoid flame Yuanshen; the Xuanjia Shield activated, and a layer of armor as thick as a tortoise shell enveloped the external avatar's body; within the armor, the Ice Shield Array and the Vortex Shield Array began to operate, and with but a single thought from Xu Wen, their power could be unleashed.