Chapter 104: First, Ten Thousand Copies

Ah Huang's eyes narrowed at the words, staring straight at this hunchbacked, emaciated man at the late Golden Core stage; a Nascent Soul mid-stage spiritual pressure suddenly surged forth.

Zhang Long Fei secretly sneered, then raised a hand to rub his eyes before mounting his bicycle to continue onward. Just then, Zhang Long Fei suddenly felt a chill at his back, as if something were staring at him from behind.

Anyang guessed that the Crown Princess might have given him human blood to drink, but whether it was her own or someone else's remained unclear.

From among those tightly wrapped round wild men stepped one slightly taller, with a prominent hooked eagle nose, a face full of tangled beard, and a gaping mouth missing teeth; he babbled a long speech, but alas, neither Ah Jin nor the others understood a word.

At dusk, Zhang Long Fei returned home from work. Hearing about several children falling into the water, his heart tightened with a sense of dread. Just as he was about to criticize Zhang Yuanchun for not taking better care of his younger sister, he caught sight of Zhang Yuanchun standing dazedly aside, head bowed and silent, as if he had committed a heinous crime.

Ye Xiaoying rolled up her sleeves and occasionally picked up dishes for him from the plate before him. "This time you must have seen it!" she thought, yet Li Tiezhu's gaze swept past her wrist and fixed on the pan-fried fish ahead.

Zhao Ling fell speechless, her heart as if struck by a great bell whose resonance lingered. In her past life, had she not worn a pink wedding gown to enter the Eastern Palace? On the wedding day, he married both wife and concubines at once, taking only the Crown Princess Lin Yulan, while ignoring Lin Qingmei, the attached concubine.

If the World Cup were judged by infrastructure, public safety, and economic strength, then the Americans would certainly claim final victory.

She suddenly burst into tears with a "Wa!", plopped down onto a nearby stool, and began throwing a tantrum.

The Chinese team reaching the quarterfinals and semifinals in two consecutive World Cups fully entitles them to represent Asian football; no one can raise any objection now.

All of this was done by the mute on the third floor, guided by some experience from later generations, once again acting as an unnamed hero.

"This is Li Luoyang, the boss of Houli Entertainment." Seeing Wu Yi's expression, she thought, "Today, Wu Yi brought me here surely to meet Li Luoyang as well."

"It's fine; I'm very easy to keep. Just three meals a day, then give me a kiss whenever I want one, plus an occasional hug, and say 'I love you' once daily." Mu Chao stated his demands with a face that didn't flush and a heart that didn't tremble.

"If you dare throw stones again, I'll really kill you!" the truck driver glared at Fan Er while brandishing an iron bar, looking like a fierce demon.

Though it was strange that Aunt Yayin would seek him out now, Mo Ting still readily agreed.

Thus Yang Meng learned of the matter and quietly pulled her classmate out.

Immediately afterward, the two, without pause, went to the famous temples and Taoist temples throughout the city. Under an endless assault of money, most of the incense, candles, ritual implements, and statues of these temples fell into their pockets; they even obtained what was called the golden body of an enlightened master.

"Have you eaten?" Through the microphone, Mo Ting could still hear that Zhongli San's voice was slightly hoarse and weary.

Last night, Zeng Qiang still couldn't bear to kick her out; he knew Chen Xiang and those others were ruthless, and if Li Ying were driven out, she would likely have no chance of survival.

Whether it was Xu Yuan, Mo Yunting, or grandparents, maternal grandparents, all had spoken to him, though not explicitly.

After completing all procedures, Jia Shennai and Yuan Liyi entered the elevator, heading toward the designated floor.

"Have you heard? That Tang Seng is a great power reincarnated; eating even a mouthful of his flesh can achieve Golden Immortality." The Many-Eyed Monster said.

That terrifying figure, resembling a corpse, used its remaining strength to suddenly burst out the door.

As he spoke, Squad Leader Gao arrived at Ye Chen's bedside. As comrades gradually descended the stairs, Squad Leader Gao sat down leaning against the bedframe.

Then, while unscrewing the cap and drinking lemon tea, he again fixed his gaze on the card by the bedside.

When Tang Seng first accepted him as a disciple, he had not yet comprehended fate, but just now, while discussing it with the Emperor, a sudden feeling of enlightenment arose in his heart.

"Truly not an ordinary item!" the old monk took the monk's robe, and his dim eyes reignited with light.

Returning to the Drunken Spring Tower, Tiger had just purchased a batch of medicinal herbs according to Wei Siyu's pill formula. Wei Siyu arranged a secret chamber for Tiger to refine pills, while also contemplating the possibility of entering the City Lord's mansion.

Around the venue, the spectators in the stands had long been unable to withstand the oppressive aura transmitted by the Temple Sect Leader.

He was never a man of good temper; in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, he had killed even those at the Innate Realm on a whim. He would not obediently choose to be suppressed by Wang Yuan and Wang Jun.

Bright Moon Flowing Light, a Heaven-grade water cultivation technique of the Linglong Valley, possesses incomparably powerful healing effects, even surpassing Heaven-grade healing pills in certain situations. It is said that only Yue Linglong within the entire Linglong Valley can wield it.

According to past patterns, whoever is eliminated is certainly sent to the location nearest the arena.

Inside the conference room, many federal dignitaries, upon hearing this, could not help but show puzzled expressions; regarding Mo Yu suddenly mentioning this matter, they found it somewhat incredible.

Even if you do nothing all day but lie in bed sleeping, this martial technique can, relying on that mere consciousness, cultivate itself and continuously improve and perfect.

That smile, which he himself most loved to show when facing enemies, Jiang Jichen now saw with his own eyes and realized how detestable it was.

The ten cultivators of the Thousand-Eyed Clan naturally noticed someone approaching, immediately broke away from the battle formation, and looked toward this side with vigilance.

Terrifying battle qi erupted from the sword blade; in the next instant, it struck the frozen sea surface. Immediately, energy seeped in, ice blocks exploded, and the frozen octopus demon beast was shredded into chunks of minced meat.