Chapter 877: Breaking One Hundred Billion!

The 28th, Wednesday.

Setting aside the reactions of the finance and internet sectors for now, the entire domestic film and entertainment industry had its gaze fixed on Hong Kong Island, following the news from the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.

Because to a large extent, Tudou. com is an internet giant inextricably linked to the film industry, and the former is one of the major financial backers for many production companies in the field.

At 8:30 in the morning, the Hong Kong Stock Exchange arranged for the Tudou. com team to rest and prepare.

Old Man Hao ignored the gaze of Pang Zhonghua beside him; after all, he had no dealings with Tianhong Auction House. Their power was considerable, but what did it have to do with him? Even if he went to kiss their feet, would Tianhong Auction House give him any benefits?

Robert's eyes instantly flashed with admiration, but only for a few seconds before he calmly concealed it again.

No sooner had the two walked out into the woods outside than the prisoner-of-war camp behind them exploded with a deafening roar, as if plowed over by a tractor countless times, flattened to the ground.

"Come on, come on!" The Ocean University players, led by Huang Xiang, began to enter the field, with only one goal: to defeat the opponent.

Song Xin was indeed Lin Feng's enemy, but Dong Zhou Jie was even more so Lin Feng's lover. In Lin Feng's heart, a lover is always more important than an enemy.

Hearing this, Liu Tingyu and the others' faces lit up with joy; they quickly looked at the pool, but inside there was only a pool of clear water. Where was the Earth's Vital Fluid? They immediately couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment.

"Who knows? This island is so big; who knows where he is hiding? He might have already become food for a strange beast." Number Sixteen shrugged.

Could this be the "Kunwu Blade" of Lu Zigang, which had long vanished into the river of history? That would be too exaggerated, wouldn't it? How could it be possible?

Outside the villa, within the woods, Yun Ye walked at a leisurely pace, with Shen Shen Hanluo following slowly behind him. Moonlight spilled over the two of them, stretching their shadows very long, very long.

Instantly, "anger rose from my heart, and evil sprang from my gallbladder"; I unleashed the anger that had been brewing in my dantian for a long time in the form of the "Lion's Roar Technique."

Then, this long spear flashed away like a charging thunderbolt, instantly striking the neck of the green giant monster, causing the advancing green giant monster to stop its steps.

What was her older sister thinking? Did she really think that because she had just pulled a smile for her, she was truly blessing the two of them?

In the afternoon, after evening self-study, I hadn't finished my homework, so I prepared to finish it in the classroom before leaving; it wouldn't take much time. Writing like this, I became completely immersed in my studies, not even knowing when all the classmates in the class had left.

If one wants to avoid this situation, the best method is to take a detour far away, preferably more than one li outside the range of the Mass Grave. But if that were the case, the journey to the next city would become much longer, which would also mean that Ye Liancheng would very likely arrive at the city before me.

His God's-eye view instantly turned to Tang Hao, finding Tang Hao also with a shocked expression, obviously stunned by the purple soul ring.

With every step forward, a deep footprint was left on the snow layer. If Ye Liancheng wished, he could rely on his movement technique to "float" on the snow, but Ye Liancheng greatly enjoyed this process, so he did not use it.

The calm words made the old man pause; in those few breaths, Qin Hao had already vanished from the old man's sight.

The Bull Demon King is not the one with two horns from the TV drama! His build was indeed imposing, but that was all; his face was ordinary, but his eyes were extremely beautiful.

He Xingyue stopped her steps, looking at Ren Feiyang; that was the first time she had looked at him from such close range.

Suddenly, a bullet pierced the air, instantly piercing the head of the Japanese heavy machine gunner; blood flowers sprayed, and he fell face down onto the heavy machine gun, dead.