Chapter 73

“But we really should try harder,” Qi Hao said seriously: “Xiao Nan, arrange a fan meeting for me.”

That’s it?

Is this what you call effort?

Gao Fei thought his boss was utterly insane—wasn’t now the time to find projects for Xiao Feiyang?

Let’s invest in ten or more films a year.

I don’t believe none of them will make money.

“Alright, I’ll arrange it right away!”

Fan You’en never told anyone about this idea, but his usual behavior had already revealed a hint of it.

This assault on the Tianzhen Sect must be a conspiracy by the Dark Holy Palace and the Immortal Sects: they first used Han Lin’s killing of Dark Holy Palace cultivators on Bianxing as an excuse to try drawing the Light Holy Palace into a war of annihilation against the Tianzhen Sect; but that was not all.

“Hahaha… I told you the heavens wouldn’t abandon my Bishui Cottage—look, look, my grandson has come to save us all, hahaha…”

Wright gritted his teeth as he spoke, his first thought turning to those in his own family—they had engaged in constant open and covert struggles for the heir position, but except for that initial period, Wright had always held the upper hand—until now.

Beiting Yu, who had just moments ago been pale with rage, now wore a smile, not a trace of anger left.

But such days would never return—even if his father woke again, Bo Jia’s burdens would fall on him.

Under the hazy night, Lei Yanwu swung her Luoyang shovel, digging steadily downward; her ample chest rose and fell with each rhythmic thrust and draw of her abdomen, unmistakably exposed.

Currently, with insufficient funds, he lacked the capital to purchase antiques and treasures, making it hard to maintain the richness of heavenly and earthly qi.

The rabbit, furious, suddenly stopped chasing and raised both hands, pressing his thumbs against his temples. A gust of wind swept past—next instant, he stood before the chairman.

Black Roland’s real name is Yekaterina; ten years ago, she was the top figure in the Dark World, now ranked second on the Heavenly List.

“Didn’t expect you to have some humanity?” Jiang Yixuan had meant to say, “Didn’t expect you to be so kind,” but whenever something nice came out of her mouth, it… turned sour.

Yang Biao’s match was deeply frustrating—he was constantly restrained; since the Shenbei Team couldn’t supply ammunition forward, even if Yang Biao had Delebala’s spirit, it made no difference.

Early the next morning, Zhuang Yan and Zhang Da were woken by Xiang Zisu’s furious knocking—when they checked the clock, it was barely seven.

Fate must be held in one’s own hands; better to seize initiative than beg gods and Buddhas.

Hamilton said nothing more, merely tightened his eight-faceted plum blossom hammer and measured the straight-line distance to the Dujiaoqinghuamang .

Among the many thoughts Ye Tian absorbed, the strongest were those of transcendence and immortality—thus, thoughts on these matters surged most violently in his mind.

At that moment, Huang Jianxiang transformed into a super orator; his compelling words left his partner Wu Hang stunned—perhaps this is the gap between me and Brother Xiang.

The more Zhuang Yan thought, the more his head ached—he thought he understood human nature well, but now he saw how little he truly knew.

But who would have thought that, in the eyes of those primordial divine clans, Mr. Wen Ruohan was merely a disposable pawn—live if they willed it, die if they ordered it.

Could Dickens be hinting that his own approval lay behind the beating of Tu Mus, and that he had taken concrete action to protect Shen Zhui, thus showing goodwill?

Yu Yan felt the faint but terrifying pressure emanating from within, swallowed hard, and instinctively stepped more quietly, following Val backward.