Chapter 140: I'll Make a Slingshot and Smash Your Glass!

Within a mere month, promotional posters for "Love in a Lost Heart" began appearing across the country.

Shopping mall LED screens, bus stops, subways, Sixth Princess program previews...

With ten million in promotional spending poured in, a "Heartbreak Fever" quickly swept across the regions.

Qi Hui was well aware of the shortcomings of his release window, so he targeted the audience as wealthy, leisurely, and highly energetic college students.

Only they spend their days falling in love.

The group from Tiger Leap Gorge saw the heavens and earth suddenly change; the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to surge toward the canyon behind Immortal Sorrow.

Just now, seeing Shu Jinghan, who had been missing for years, he was too overjoyed to think much at the time; now it seems this dream was far too real.

The Princess looked at the Seventh Prince in shock, made no defense, and then let a single clear tear fall.

Very few can surpass Dian Wei; in a direct confrontation, there is no need to worry about his safety. Yet the fact that this person before us fought Dian Wei for over thirty rounds left Liu He utterly astonished. Who is this great general?

First, the wood elves' magical craftsmanship is quite outstanding; they can craft magical equipment such as staves and robes, but only below the fourth tier, since magical craftsmanship above the fifth tier is held in the hands of a few factions like the elves.

When applied to teammates, the teammates cannot be far away; as more teammates are buffed, the consumption increases geometrically.

Chen Hua'an had gained a new understanding of Xu Ran's doting on Han Yike, but thinking about it, this situation occurring in other major teams would be an extremely serious problem.

Before, I thought the curse master had targeted Li Xinyu, so her stomach was transparent; to me, that seemed quite normal.

To attack him for over two hundred thousand, regardless of whether it succeeds, if it does succeed, unless Xu Ran is killed, he will turn around and tell his police friends, and won't he still be in trouble with no escape?

I always feel that behind them stands a brilliant strategist, constantly plotting strategies for them.

Yet this slight surprise could not change Chang Li's mind in the slightest. Although he did not often go to the inner quarters, he would still protect this sister a little; after he took charge of the Fang family, he further relaxed restrictions on her, allowing her to stay at home for several more years. Even if she wished to stay at home for her entire life, Chang Li could agree to it.

As for this first breakfast served on the table, it had naturally already been cleared away by the two maids into the kitchen.

Not long after, Jason and Wang Shouchao arrived at their destination—the subway station entrance. They saw that this abandoned subway station entrance was sealed off with a circle of wooden planks, and a warning sign hung nearby.

At this moment, their appearances differed greatly; Wang Shouchao and Roger, both in black trench coats, needed no further explanation, as they would serve as drivers and bodyguards.

Yuan Qiuhua said: "Please tell me the truth. What was the original intention of our cooperation? I now suspect, how much of the money you gave me actually comes from legitimate business?"

Tan Yinhe said: "People have no foresight. If I had known earlier that the mother-in-law was of such character, I would have died before entering the Xie household. They are so poor they ring like a bell, yet still cause trouble for people."

It was near dusk; the setting sun slanted through the open window into the room. A jade pendant hung in the middle of the room, one meter above the ground. Sunlight struck the jade pendant, casting a long shadow on the floor.

When the brown-robed old Taoist, holding a chipped clay bowl, squatted outside the kitchen door munching away happily, he suddenly changed expression, slapped his forehead sharply as if remembering something, and hurriedly ran to the two water jars, stretching his head to look inside.

That good son of his truly knew how to read people's minds, thinking that his imperial father must be lonely and desolate in the underground palace, so he had specially buried these trinkets alongside the Taoist scriptures.

Who knew that the next second, her perky buttocks would be slapped, and that salty pig hand seemed to have no intention of letting go, instead pinching her perky buttocks several times.

Qiao Anming had no patience to listen to her finish; he shoved the coffee into her hand and walked into the restroom himself.