Chapter 83: Era Literature: There is no book we dare not publish

The long and conflict-filled program finally came to a successful conclusion amidst prolonged, enthusiastic applause.

But the end of the program did not mean Fang Xinghe could rest; on the contrary, he was immediately surrounded by fans.

Huang Jing and her friends mustered their courage to rush to the front, asking shyly: "Brother Xinghe, can we take a photo with you?"

Fang Xinghe was very patient with his first "belief fan."

"Of course you can. Also, is there any—"

Successfully luring away Tommy's main force and the communications soldier, Long Ci, who had been hiding a hundred meters away, finally moved. With the opponent's three mechanical eagles flying away one after another, his own could take advantage of the void to directly target their communications soldier.

After changing his clothes, he softly called out Yun Qiumeng's name: "You can turn around now, I'm ready." Yun Qiumeng then turned around, walked toward him, and sat beside Ruan Zhinan to carefully examine her beloved.

Although Ying Ji and Jing Qi had been at odds for years, both were relatively unprincipled; neither would steal the other's business.

Tang Luo smiled, feeling a bit suspicious in his heart. What was Han Lu’s intention in coming here now?

Liang Di was a man who was overly suspicious by nature. At this moment, the Left Prime Minister felt his hair stand on end, fearing that His Majesty would convict them of inciting the Ninth Prince to usurp power.

"Don't show me these useless things; I just want to know how to shoot this beast down and kill it." The Presidential Palace was in imminent danger, and the captain’s eyes were bloodshot. If the Presidential Palace were burned down, he would have no chance of continuing to live.

Seeing the scene inside, Snow White endured her nausea and said: The purpose of locking the children together in pairs is to make them kill each other; only one can come out alive.

Lu Qingwan escalated the issue, using this topic to also mention the promise that Zhao Fang would be the next top scholar.

She was an Orderer from the Ghost Realm; even if they were from the forces of the human sages, she could know their origins through their aura.

Sure enough, the Phoenix-Slaying Demon Emperor immediately acted like a frightened quail, his body moving as he retreated ten miles back.

"I hate you all!" Yan Ling was so shy she didn't know what to say, stubbornly throwing out the cute words, "I hate you all."

Although the culprit had been eliminated, the person he was determined to save had to be finished off by his own hands. Liu Xuanying, with his starlight body, looked up, his face devoid of sorrow or joy, and a sense of bleak loneliness permeated the galaxy.

As for the laws of the Demon Court, they were even more of a formality; as long as one did not violate certain hard rules, almost no one cared.

"Your battle pet is very large. According to the strength classification of New Hefei, should it be a heavyweight Gold Beast?" After sitting down, Liu Yiwu first asked curiously about the Four-Footed Dragon.

When people live a long time, their thoughts undergo earth-shaking changes. When a spirit body resides in this kind of physical body, it only becomes more decadent, more unwilling to return to the Spirit Realm, and tries every means to improve its cultivation, using any and all methods, just for the sake of this foul skin bag.

Shen Cong would not answer him at this time. Wielding his short blade, he stepped on the ground and had already encountered a bug warrior. The bug warrior grinned and swung a large blade; as it rubbed against the air, active light waves flashed on the blade.

Everyone was stunned when the ground shook even more violently, and cracks appeared in many places. Seawater sprayed wildly, and the base's isolation shield was damaged and leaking air.

Many procedures and rules of the NBA draft, even today, remain like "looking at flowers through a fog" for some Chinese fans.

"Hey, what dance are you doing? Eh, what's wrong with your lips? Was someone beaten until they swelled up?" Aito Miho and Aoyama Nanami walked over from a distance.

I nodded, not saying anything else, and stood on tiptoe to press against his lips, slowly licking once, only to hear a soft sigh overflow from his throat. I dared not look into his eyes, my hands trembling as they quickly moved toward his belt. Just as I was about to undo it, my hand was gripped by him again.