Chapter 671: Everyone Is Exchanging My Songs

Because of Zhou Yi's presence, the first Sino-Japanese Friendship Song Festival, truly restarting in this sense, attracted many more big names than Zhou Yi remembered.

Among the older generation, besides the Japanese hall-of-fame musician Tamaki Shinji who helped restart the Sino-Japanese song festival, there were also the original singer of "Straw Hat Song," Joe Yamanaka; one of the living fossils of the Japanese industry, a familiar face to Zhou Yi, Nakajima Miyuki, who had just completed her thirtieth anniversary since debut; all of them arrived at the scene.

Compared with these three, Kimura Takuya

Paying no mind to the turmoil outside, the third wave of nuclear bomb attacks arrived not long after. This time, it targeted not only the areas where demons appeared but also many volcanoes, hoping to extinguish them through blasting. Although some volcanoes exploded and produced the opposite effect, if a few could be extinguished, that would count; at the very least, the fire-type monsters hidden inside would have no chance to survive.

Lu Nan pointed to the amusement park's main gate and said, "Look, this gate faces northwest, and directly to the north is Dazang Mountain. The top of Dazang Mountain is pointed, which in Feng Shui is called the Fire Star.

One should know, I am very clear about my father's physical condition; I am even now standing outside my father's room door, having just looked in.

This old man's cultivation was not below Grandfather Situ Yan. This was the conclusion Chen Fang reached in an instant.

After dozens of bottles of spiritual liquids of varying shades were poured in, the awakened people had already been carried out to the villa on the mountain top. The well water had become much clearer; although it still had a slight color, it was not worth pouring any more.

However, as soon as his words left his mouth, before the sound waves could reach Wang Yao's ears, Wang Yao's figure silently appeared before him, and a palm strike with a "Boom" sound smashed into his mouth.

Even while completely naked, she could still calmly banter with the person in front of her, still use fingers emitting a soft glow to trace every inch of her body, and intentionally or unintentionally make seductive movements.

"Why?" Li Yanran thought Wang Yao disliked Zhao Hai and held some prejudice against him; even if not, he would be blamed on him.

After hearing this, Nangong Yu did not react for a long time; she kept trying to recall, but as the memory drew closer, she felt her head splitting with pain.

But with a distortion of space, Chu Yi appeared again above the head of the wooden dragon's soul body, and he spoke in a cold voice.

Kong Daoran wore a cyan felt jacket, a white shirt paired with a purple tie, looking spirited; yet when exchanging New Year greetings, his cold hand pierced my heart.

Xiao Yumiao had no time to open her mouth to say anything when Lou Yuhuan was fiercely slapped by her father, Lou Baiwan, who had bent down to help her up.

Since Zhang Youqian refused to go, Zhang Ruijin thought it over and decided to go at night, to avoid the villagers seeing and talking behind their backs, spreading rumors.

"You want?" Zichen understood she was talking about the Jianghu; the entire Jianghu and the Green Forest Path were the domain of the Zhuo Sect.

Mo Qiongyan asked in surprise; what had she done? Those rings of spiritual power were as if calling out to something.

"They will arrive immediately." Nan Gong Ye Fengqing held back for a long while before reluctantly spitting out these few words.

Seeing this, Luo Yu's heart was already so excited and agitated that he could not control himself; he unfolded his movement technique and rushed toward Yun Shitian.

Mobile phones also have reminder functions; I am truly ignorant. He seemed to question, both domineering and amateurish.

Only to see that brass incense burner go "Bang" with a sound, and under the wind pressure of her finger strength, it instantly crumbled into powder.

I looked at Zhang Bin; his whole body was black, his chest bulged as if the bones inside were about to poke out. I peered inside; the flesh and skin were like watermelon pulp, red and white intermingled, and it was actually hollow. Just looking at it was nauseating, and his body smelled incredibly fishy. Piles of slime were on the ground, giving the feeling of vomit.

Naturally, it was impossible; in that case, even if they came, it would be useless, so how could one expect them? At this moment, the only one capable of changing this scene and possibly present, counting it all up, was just one person: the Dragon Emperor who had already made an appearance.