Chapter 84: Literature & Arts: There Is No Book We Dare Not Publish

The long and conflict-filled program finally concluded triumphantly amidst prolonged, enthusiastic applause.

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

Huang Jing, summoning her courage, rushed to the very front and shyly asked, "Brother Xinghe, can we take a photo together?"

For his first true believer fan, Fang Xinghe was very patient.

"Of course. Also, is there any..."

After successfully drawing Tommy's main force and signalmen away, Long Ci, hiding over a hundred meters away, finally moved. With the opponent's three mechanical hawks flying off front and back, his own could slip in through the gap, targeting the opponent's signalmen directly.

Only after changing clothes did he softly call Yun Qiumeng's name: "You can turn around now; I'm done." Yun Qiumeng then turned, walked toward him, sat beside Ruan Zhinan, and carefully studied her beloved.

Although Ying Ji and Jing Qi had been in fierce conflict for years, both were rather unprincipled; neither would steal the other's business.

Tang Luo smiled, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart: What does Han Lu intend by coming here now?

Liang Di was naturally an overly suspicious person; at this moment, the Left Prime Minister felt every hair on his body stand on end, fearing Your Majesty would charge them with inciting the Ninth Prince to usurp power.

"Don't show me this useless stuff; I just want to know how to take down and kill this beast." With the Presidential Mansion on the brink of destruction, the captain's eyes were already red; if the mansion were burned down, he would have no possibility of continuing to live.

Seeing the scene inside, Snow White forced down her nausea and said: The children locked together in pairs were meant to kill each other; only one could emerge alive.

Lu Qingwan escalated the issue, using this topic to mention that Zhao Fang had been promised the title of next Zhuangyuan.

She was an Orderer of the Ghost Realm; even for someone from the human sages' faction, she could discern their origin through their aura.

Indeed, Feng Sha, the Demon Emperor, instantly looked like a frightened quail; his body moved, retreating ten li backward.

"I hate you all!" Yan Ling, too shy to know what to say, forcefully blurted out the four cute words: "I hate you all."

Although the ringleader had been eliminated, the person determined to save had to be ended by his own hand. Liu Xuan Ying, whose body was made of starlight, looked upward; his face held neither sorrow nor joy, and a desolate, silent atmosphere inevitably filled the space between the stars.

As for the laws of the Demon Court, they were even more merely formal; as long as certain hard-line regulations were not violated, almost no one cared.

"Your battle pet is huge; according to the new Hefei power classification, it should be a heavyweight Golden Beast?" After taking his seat, Liu Yiwu first curiously asked the four-legged dragon.

When people live too long, their thoughts undergo earth-shattering changes. A spirit body lodged in such a physical body will only become more and more corrupt, more and more unwilling to return to the Spirit Realm, and will devise all sorts of means, by any means necessary, solely to enhance its cultivation for the sake of this stinking flesh.

Shen Cong would not answer him at this moment. Waving his short blade, he stepped down onto the ground and immediately encountered an insect warrior. The insect warrior grinned wickedly, swinging his great blade; air friction caused active light waves to flicker on the blade.

Everyone was stunned when the ground began shaking even more violently, cracking in multiple places, seawater spraying wildly, and the base's isolation shield damaged and leaking air.

Many procedures and rules of the NBA draft, even today, remain like "viewing flowers in the mist" to some Chinese fans.

"Hey, what dance are you two doing? Hey, what's wrong with your lips? Did someone hit you and swell them up?" Asato Mihori and Aoyama Nanami approached from a distance.

I nodded, said nothing more, rose on tiptoe to press my lips against his, slowly licked once, and heard a soft sigh escape his throat. I dared not look into his eyes; my trembling hands quickly moved to his belt, just managing to undo it, when he seized my hand again.