Chapter 673: Football Benefits Zhou Yi

All tickets for the Sino-Japanese Song Festival are free—

Or rather, they are all complimentary tickets.

Zhou Yi's Japanese fan club will naturally receive some complimentary tickets, but the quantity should not be sufficient to create a momentum of overwhelming force.

This can also be considered a form of artificial score control in a certain sense.

After all, the big shots coming to participate are all celebrities; one must always consider their face.

But everything that is happening now has left the Japanese organizers, led by NHK Television, and their directors

"What are you doing!" The boss, furious, rushed over, a handful of kitchen knives in his hand.

Sitting by the coffee shop window, watching Zhang Lanxi rush out the door, hail a taxi on the street, and speed away in a blur.

That this ring could actually store powers of various different attributes truly surprised Qiu Xuan; he had not expected anything to be able to gather the powers of the Five Elements together without any strange phenomena.

Seeing Feng Naigui look as if he were about to strike, I thought a hero does not suffer immediate loss; I might as well drag things out for a while. Fortunately, Liu Youpeng had not been caught in with us; he should be contacting people right now.

Huang Wu's son, Huang Liu, also narrowed his eyes when he saw Liu Ruoxue and Bai Li Han, excitement blooming within them.

An Nianchu did not even open her eyes; she did not want to see Qin Muchen's face. She feared that if she saw it, she would soften; she feared that if she saw it, she would want to stay.

The appraisal result was genuine; the comparison result between the child and Lin Feng was ninety-nine point six percent, and the comparison result with Jiang Ran was ninety-nine point eight percent. The old woman had not falsified anything, nor had she deceived him.

"Does she know you have always been by her side?" Ye Luo then changed the question and asked.

I could not read Lu Wushi, so I turned to look at Wang Mu's expression. It was hard to say whether that fellow Lu Wushi was putting on an act, deliberately confusing his opponent; if that were the case, Wang Mu would certainly be able to see through it, because this Imperial Preceptor now, in my mind, was already comparable to a heavenly god.

Everyone naturally knew the address of Qingcheng Garden; I drove ahead to lead the way, while Xia Tianqing and the other three beauties sat in Feng Yasong's Wrangler, roaring all the way to the new residence.

Long San chuckled, "These vulgar formalities can be waived if possible." His gaze fell upon Han Xiao.

Zhixia ate the whole wotou clean, eating only one bite of stir-fried cabbage; Yang Xinyi was not only unwilling to use oil, but also reluctant to add much salt, so the cabbage had no flavor at all.

"We should not meddle in matters from above; just do our own work well!" Haozi sat in the passenger seat, glanced sideways at the young man driving, and spoke in a low, sharp voice.

"Ye Bai, this place has already been taken over by the State Security Bureau; let us return first. You also need to have your injuries checked." Lin Fei said with concern.

Saint Might Great General's Crescent Moon Divine Spear flew ahead; Yu Qing stood on a lotus platform beneath her feet, her figure slender and ethereal, amidst misty immortal clouds, like Guanyin patrolling the sky, extremely dignified.

Hong Shu has now fled back to the Demon Realm; relying on her alone, she could not break the passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. There must be someone from the Demon Realm behind her helping her.

"Good~! Since the brother has spoken to this extent, I, Ling Feng, cannot well hide my skills." Saying this, General Ling looked left and right and gave General Suan a wink.

In fact, even in the state of "Normal" mode, achieving a one-against-three is not an easy task.

The warm and happy atmosphere between the two was almost completely ruined by Hu Meili; Gu Beicheng felt nothing but extreme regret in his heart.

Xu Aihong looked at Zhou Fang, her tone humble as she begged herself, yet there was not the slightest fluctuation in her eyes.

What was frustrating was that the hospital arranged a top-tier special ward on the top floor of the inpatient building for me, this "special patient," on the 16th floor.

The feeling of stepping on and crushing a rotten orange came from beneath my feet; the whole face of the Thin Monkey was kicked in by me. It stumbled backward a few steps but still could not dissipate the inertia of that kick, finally rolling to the ground.