Chapter 107: Yang Mi: Do You Want It?

In a room, Zhang Ruoyun and Tang Yixin stared blankly at the TV screen where the cast list was scrolling, feeling somewhat wistful.

"The Living Buddha Jigong" had only aired two episodes, but the ending of the second episode featured the Black Wolf Spirit confronting Chen Liang, portrayed by Qi Hui.

Facing the demon, Chen Liang whipped his long spear, and a great battle was about to erupt, and then... and then it was over.

To be honest, this makes one itch with anticipation, terribly uncomfortable!

Just like some eunuch authors, updating twice a day, wanting more.

Yet, after the stocks of both companies were in his hands, Zhai An did not feel as accomplished as he had imagined.

A roar sounded, massive sound waves rippling out; the giant maw opened, and a surge of Lei Ting power crashed down toward the figure in black robes, the thunder shaking with immense destructive force.

When he came to his senses and saw Li Xia beside him wiping her eyes with her hand, he said sadly, "Sigh, let's go inside."

My hands danced like flying geese, and I mounted the Kangji Rock Peak, with clouds drifting beneath my feet. Opening my eyes, the warm morning Tang Yixin hung on the cream-colored curtains; she had not yet risen.

The end of this path seemed to be a cave, yet a strange sensation kept striking Mu Yun's heart from time to time. What was it? What exactly was that strange feeling?

She could not tell him that the Divine Needle Acupoint technique she knew was a skill she had learned in another world over more than a decade within a hidden ancient martial arts family, and it was by virtue of this skill that she had gained some reputation in that world.

Mo Wuxi sighed softly, "Do not fear, your master is here!" He helped Ye Qinglan up from the ground and brushed the dust from the hem of her clothes.

The torches on the walls on both sides crackled continuously, yet the gaze and attention of Mu Yun and all the others were fixed on the end of this cobblestone path, that wall which appeared somewhat special.

Thus, the arrogant, disdainful air in her eyes, like that of a Princess, immediately turned into rolling eyes and contempt; Xiao Yumiao even saw a fleeting smile in the white fox's eyes, a smile of schadenfreude.

Therefore, after Qin Xuanye entered the main gate, he was led by Linghu Tianhai's men to the rear garden; as for the so-called "Gust of Wind" that Yu Bo mentioned, it was purely artificial wind created by Linghu Tianhai in secret.

Only Brigitte stood there frowning in thought; he likely suspected Li Ang had some scheme, yet he could not articulate what it was.

Having missed the good show of the duel, King Ulric seemed somewhat reluctant, yet he still signaled for the knighting ceremony to proceed normally.

Approaching noon, Guai Guai returned, sweating profusely, and excitedly told the old lady about what he had seen and heard that morning.

Everyone loved good games because, upon entering the game, they felt as though they had begun a new life, allowing people to briefly forget their somewhat wretched existence.

Qian Xia applied a slight force beneath her foot; with a screech, Karuyin's shoulder dislocated where he held the blade, and the sword slipped from his grasp.

Indeed, Justus had not allowed his subordinates to participate in the attack all day; those subordinates were actually already quite uneasy.

Over these few decades, the border fortress of White Deer Castle had been expanded at least eight times, with each expansion adding city defenses upon the existing foundation.

Having died in the ancient era, the fact that its bones remain to this day retaining a jade-like luster allows one to imagine what terrifying level of cultivation this person had achieved. Such a terrifying figure has fallen; thus, one can see what kind of terrifying great battle this person endured.

Su Gan and Bai Yuehong, a total of only two people: one could shatter the sacred artifact Qingshan, which he relied upon to suppress Star Tiger City, with a single strike; the other could render the magical treasures possessed by his subordinates, which held the most fearsome offensive power, useless. To continue fighting like this would only increase casualties in vain.

In the morning, traffic in the Kumamoto District was heavy; most were employees rushing to work at the North Bear Company, people who were born in the company, died in the company, and dedicated their entire lives to the company.