Chapter 76: 075 Save the Market! Save the Market! (Requesting First Subscription)

075 Save the Market! Save the Market! (Requesting First Subscription)

The date was September 19, 2008.

This day remained vivid in Fang Qingye's memory.

Today was September 18, nearly two in the afternoon; the Shanghai Composite Index stood at 1802 points, having plummeted 71% from the 6124 points of October 16, 2007, without looking back.

The market had long been a scene of wailing.

Will the market hit the limit up tomorrow?

I suppose no one could have imagined it?

Actually, there were already signs.

Save the market!

The old dwarf swiftly leaped out of the circle, uttering an "Eh!" But Ling Yu knew he could not harm the old dwarf in the slightest, let alone defeat him; once the old dwarf truly launched an attack, even if Ling Yu grew three heads and six arms, he would struggle to gain any advantage.

Hearing Li Yan's words of comfort, Lin Na finally lost control of her emotions, threw herself into Li Yan's arms, and burst into loud sobs.

Everyone withdrew; Ji Qing's palm pressed against Meng Zhu's hand was ice-cold, blue veins clearly visible and slightly bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on Meng Zhu.

Among these masked bandits, three were Sword Emperor experts and seventeen were Sword Sect experts; if comparing solely the numbers of Sword Emperors and Sword Sect members, they indeed had slightly more people than the main force here.

Xiao Yan then realized that Meng Xin did not actually hate humans; on the contrary, she cared about them, but her method was wrong. He chose to escape to prevent conflict, so it was no wonder his mood was so depressed.

After finishing her words, Lady Qiao turned and ascended the stairs like a ghost along the corridor, leaving only a slender yet resolute figure behind.

Ling Yu failed to notice that one of the men, pretending to tie his shoelaces, hid behind a large tree while he was not paying attention.

She leaned weakly against a pillar, eyes closed, feeling only extreme noise, yet she had not eaten for a day and her stomach was already hollowed out.

In the evening, Sister Hui brought her an evening gown and a pair of leather shoes, saying they were sent by Ruan Jingyuan on behalf of Situ Xiao.

Zhao Gan smiled knowingly; since there was only one bodyguard, he must be an exceptionally outstanding one, but for himself, he would be completely useless.

Liu Qingxia, clad in a emerald-green long skirt, cast aside her usual elegance and serenity, her face showing anger, her killing intent already rising.

The more Sun Wu looked, the more shocked he became; this place differed from the outside world, forming a world of its own; aside from being heavy with evil energy, it was no different from the outside.

Although this method was not as efficient at killing him as the previous one, there was no doubt it was consuming the power of the "Philosopher's Stone" within him; if continued, killing "Sloth" Sloth would pose no problem.

A noble Imperial Prince reduced to the point of being scolded by a jailer; while not rare in history, it still felt humiliating and desolate.

Chaotian shook his head and said, "There was no introduction on how to view or place it, but it did mention that if external force damages it, the soul within will scatter into the void." This was also the reason he sighed with relief when he saw the Soul-Hosting Stone was still intact.

Zhuge Xuan stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve; Bai Ye Chen closed his eyes and flicked the umbrella in his right hand away.

Yu Ziqing smiled and tapped Feng'er on the head: "Did you forget what everyone on the Tianchen Continent pursues?" As long as those people had weaknesses and desires, there was no fear they would not obediently submit.

As a terrifying existence second only to those few Beast Lords among the monsters, its words clearly carried immense weight.

Everyone was stunned; they never expected such a result, that this queue-jumping incident would end in this manner.

For the Demon Clan, the Soul-Nurturing Fruit was merely an ordinary spiritual fruit; aside from tasting good, it had no other effect.

Zero Point smiled faintly; he slowly closed his eyes, and the Gauss sniper rifle in his hand slowly slipped from his grasp.

Singing praises well, reviewing well, and pasting big slogans well is not as good as actually doing well; doing something concrete for the common people will make others grateful in their hearts.