Chapter 666: The Dashing Miss

"Shit! David! You son of a bitch! I told you my secret because I considered you my brother, and you turn around and get together with Anne?!"

"No, hey brother, this is a misunderstanding. Before you told me you had a crush on Anne, I had already asked her out—"

"So you just let her sit on your lap while talking to me on the phone?! Shit!"

With a "Bang," the door was slammed open. A man, seething with rage, walked in while cursing: "David! David Coleman!"

Everyone present was stunned. The Third Imperial Prince's domineering attitude left everyone at a loss, or rather, his unpredictable actions left them bewildered.

Judging purely by strength, Yin Qing was considered a top-tier Realm Breaker, so Zhang Hui said nothing and directly dispatched a Star Lord-level Sword Ape.

"You are not my fiancé! Why can't you ever understand? As long as you haven't reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, you are not my fiancé!" Qing Man Tian said angrily.

Lady Mei shook her head with a smile. These three disciples, each with a distinct personality, would often create such scenes together in the Cuiying Secret Manual, but Lady Mei was not worried about them turning into enemies.

She struggled to turn her head, only to see the face of the eldest son shifting between ferocity, gentleness, and then simplicity.

Di Kun surveyed everything in the Poison Dragon Pool, looking around. Their gazes met; these people seemed familiar, all former subordinates of the Divine Fire Sect, but time had changed their appearances, and Di Kun no longer remembered their names.

In Yu Lian's eyes, Gu Nan seemed to be constantly moving his true body, trying to transport his true body to a specific location.

Wang Yi's train seat was by the window. Thanks to the fact that only the wealthy could afford to take the train, the environment was quite good, not crowded. The atmosphere inside the carriage was pleasant; although the train hadn't started moving yet, it didn't feel stuffy.

The Dragon Vulture Knights' ammunition capacity and flight altitude were definitely inferior to the Dragon Priest. If the Dragon Priest was akin to a tactical bomber, then the Dragon Vulture Knight was more like a fighter jet, occasionally playing the role of a dive bomber.

Wave after wave of climax made everyone's blood boil, and the tips in the live broadcast room were so numerous they drove people crazy.

Then, the audience, who thought it was all just a routine, saw that after Qi Yi entered the kitchen, he skillfully used a knife to disassemble an entire sheep.

"So what? The Emperor protects the Crown Prince so much. Liu Shangqing, seeing the wind and changing direction, still clings tightly to the Crown Prince; the two of them are still kindred spirits." Prince Qi said with low spirits.

The audience was already dumbfounded. Everyone watching this show knew Song Yuqing danced on the program; paying a little attention would reveal he played instruments, but singing was truly the first time they had seen it.

She said she would act, so she acted; she insisted on dining here. Even if Jin Ning desperately scared her by saying it was dangerous outside, or complained that Fuyue Tower was exorbitantly expensive, it couldn't stop her decision.

Seeing the Scorpion pushed back by the shock, Ah Hui picked up the military knife in his hand with one hand again and stabbed fiercely at Lu Bei.

A flash of Jin Guang passed over Fa Shan's body; his most respected senior brother had been insulted, so naturally, he could not sit idly by.

She was also very easy to make him lose his composure; a single sentence was enough to make him lose emotional control, his blood rushing to his head as if ready to burst out of its shell.

Dong Le didn't know what the former was thinking, but he understood the latter's man-eating gaze very well.

If the recommended person was unreasonable, it would definitely affect Qi Yi's reputation in return, so Hua Lu, as the manager, certainly would not allow such a thing to happen.

"Rong'er?!" Jiao Yue Rong was startled. Apart from his father the King, no one in this world dared to address him by this childhood name.

In terms of the creation of this song, it was undoubtedly a particularly classic piece; in Shang Feifei's view, it could be passed down, passed down forever.