Chapter 645

The Torch Group's lighter advertising platform, which is the business of printing advertisements on the lighter body, was established by Focus Media.

Previously, the money the Torch Group earned from selling a lighter wasn't as much as the advertising fee. After cooperating with tobacco, alcohol, and health supplement companies, they printed advertisements for these products on the lighter bodies and then promoted "buy the product, get a lighter free." The Torch Group's advertising business was selling like crazy.

Now, handing over the Zorro lighter's promotional advertisements to Focus—

Shu Xin was originally a bit sleepy, but after being disturbed by Long Teng like this, much of her sleepiness was gone, and she was much more awake.

Jian Yi knew her pain, just holding her quietly, stroking the back of her head, letting her vent her emotions.

Li Xinbao's eyes flickered, then she suddenly laughed, her eyebrows curved, and she wrapped her arms around Mo Tingchuan's neck, her voice coquettish.

But it was too late; in just that instant, Shishido Ryo had already been hit in the shoulder by the ball.

Lu Hui didn't doubt him, so he said, "Since you've made up your mind, I won't say anything." He smiled at her slightly and went to help the Liao family.

Ye An'an held her teacup and sat in the seat next to Sun Peipei, her eyelids lowered, looking at no one, occasionally stirring her thumb, seemingly bored, or perhaps impatient.

Facing everyone's sarcasm, Huangfu Xijue didn't care at all, completely like someone unaffected, staring at the principal's speech with an unchanging expression. After all, here, besides the teacher's words, everything else was bullshit.

"I, I don't want to pay any price!" She blinked and looked at Jian Yi, her expression particularly innocent.

Originally, everyone wanted to have a seaside training camp, but because of this temporary decision, they had to return to Tokyo the next day.

When she first entered the store, Mu Xiaoyan saw that dress, and she liked it the first time she saw it.

Although the magical troops under Tanan and Catherine were numerous, they didn't have the Black Dragons of the Dungeon, so they had almost no resistance to the Armageddon's Blade. Accompanied by tens of thousands of miniature suns hanging high in the sky, a world-class catastrophe and endless bloody slaughter seemed to be descending again.

Among the Twelve Sacred Paths, the Path of Fate is the most profound. The Path of Fate, when broken down, consists of the two rules of cause and effect and reincarnation. In the thousand-year history of the Creation Space, genius holy candidates were as numerous as crucian carp in a river, but few could comprehend the true meaning of fate.

Directly interrupting Shen Yin's words, Luo Nie said indifferently. The next moment his palm lifted, and two white rays of light appeared in his palm.

Almost all the reporters crowded toward Pan Disheng, wanting to learn the latest acquisition details from the mouth of this acquirer. As for Xue Tianlan, he was neglected by everyone; only a few reporters who hadn't chosen a good location and couldn't squeeze through came to Xue Tianlan.

After the earnest words were spoken, at this moment, Jian Shanhe could find no other way besides pleading.

Black Lotus Mu Mo, Yellow Lotus Situ Mingzhu, and White Lotus Yan Ci all rushed over at the first moment, surrounding the blooming golden lotus in a pincer formation.

Regarding the vassal king Zhu Hongying, Chen Qingniu's perception of him kept rising, from initial contempt to current wariness.

Perhaps, he could also go to Tianji Prefecture to find his father, who was wandering the world, as well as his sister Caidie, whom he also missed very much.

He shook his head slightly, then took out two energy beads and was just about to swallow them when he suddenly stopped.

Yang Ye got up, his figure moved, and he came outside. He looked up at the sky; at this time, four old men were resisting the lightning tribulation of the Eye of Heaven in the sky. It could be seen that the four old men were already struggling.

The two Daoist priests looked at the cliff wall from time to time, anxious as if on fire, because Wang Baoyu had not yet escaped danger.

"Teacher, I'm really useless; I still haven't broken through to level seven, otherwise I could have helped a little." Speaking of her own cultivation, Ye Xiuyun only had self-reproach.