Chapter 234: Seeking to temper the golden soul with the winds of heaven!

A web gala's main attraction should have been the handsome men and beautiful women of the entertainment industry.

Yet, in the end, the spotlight was stolen by a small literature-themed segment.

To be more precise, it was overshadowed by the buzz surrounding the writer Lu Wei, who swept three awards in a row.

As a first-generation web gala, at a time when the word "Internet" was being placed on a pedestal, the Star Wave web gala was no worse than traditional major awards; it even held a crushing advantage in terms of attention and reach.

Many netizens

Following a dragon's roar, a red shadow flashed instantly before the Green-Scaled Eagle, forcefully blocking that stunning sword light. A rolling wave of Qi surged out from the center of the collision.

"Ring!" The moment Liang Xingyu stepped out of the police station, he received a call from his father, Liang Xiaodong, the chairman of Liang Enterprises.

Caught in a dilemma, Ximen Jing suddenly thought that, counting it up, it had been less than four months; perhaps the fetus's soul had not yet formed, meaning it lacked consciousness and should not count as a living being.

The old Daoist priest glanced at me and said, "How would I know? My path isn't as wild as yours, and I know few people. If you want to know, go ask in the Underworld yourself."

"How can there be so many monsters?" In the Marvel world, only a few super-powerful individuals were capable of flying through space with their physical bodies.

At this moment, the long-dormant Hydra members were stirring; their greatest threat had vanished, and now was the time to execute their plan.

The practitioners of the Divine Pattern Dao from the three clans were all looking up at the sky, their eyes shimmering with anticipation.

Mood, she wrote a song that required the fewest revisions of all her works, as if it were exactly what she wanted the moment it was written.

All factions expressed their agreement; under the current circumstances, Mu Yang's proposal was clearly the most appropriate. Their Green Wood Clan was the best candidate to open the Feather Mystery Realm; they truly wouldn't feel at ease letting Lian Chen open it.

No matter how Liu Wei exerted himself, the barrier on the surface showed no signs of being broken.

The "Dark Night Demon King" from hell had once again arrived in a world he should not have entered, followed by a demonic roar that the weak could not withstand.

However, Li Yang still had very important things to do: Lady Belisha had been kidnapped, the Undead Knights were disguised as Temple Knights, and then there was old Mr. Weiguduo and the thirteen "Desert Thirteen Eagles"—those dozen-plus uncles were gathered together, and no one knew what they were planning.

Shi Lei was helpless; he had a way with people like Su Doudou, but facing Feng Miao'er, who was always low-profile and wore a pitiful expression, he was completely outmatched.

If I were to lose my qualification because of a fight, that would be bad. As for the method of fighting, I had actually figured most of it out before this.

Li Qiang understood Paben's approach; he was using profit to lure these people to follow him, and wasn't he doing the same?

Clearly, the Key of that time must have been just as troubled as I am now, right? Must have wanted to use this method to turn back, right? Must not have been willing to get lost in the shopping street called East Ikebukuro and drift further and further away from Akihabara, right?

Xuan Yuan Yiqing praised, "Good! This is the inner core of a Cold Flood Dragon, with at least five hundred years of cultivation; it is very rare." He was a person who specialized in receiving visiting cultivators and had extraordinary insight, identifying the origin of the bead in one breath.

From Bai He's eyes, which carried an evil charm, only Li Guo existed. Mo Chou, the surrounding night scenery, and the brilliant starry sky were all swallowed clean by the endless black in her eyes; only Li Guo was clearly reflected within. It was as if the image were refracted from the depths of her soul.

Bade swung the large iron hammer in his hands with all his might; the hammer, carrying the power to crush anything, smashed fiercely toward Li Yang, who was lying on the ground.