Chapter 683: Three Specials

And on the B-side, the opening track was a song so happy it couldn't get any happier—

B-side, first track: "Happy".

A song written and performed by American singer Pharrell Williams, the theme song for Despicable Me 2, also a shamelessly chart-topping hit—

Ranked number one on music charts in nineteen countries including the United States, the United Kingdom, Canada, Ireland, and New Zealand; the best-selling song in the United States in 2014.

Wu Wu also received the news; she drove over to pick me up. On the way, Wu Wu took me to a shopping mall and bought me a new set of clothes. Only after changing did I go. I had intended to buy some things to carry along, after all, it was my first visit, and I wanted to make a good impression.

She simply didn't care about him at all, so she never paid attention to what he liked to eat or what he didn't.

Even some players who didn't follow the competition knew that their own region seemed to have produced a dark horse, called something like Sha Qi Ma.

"Shang Die, do you think Xia Qing can defeat Zhang Cheng and take the Yangtze River Delta?" Xia Wanyu suddenly looked at Shang Die and asked.

After noticing my movement, my cousin took off her headphones, glanced at me, and said, "Cousin, let's just boil some noodles for lunch. In the afternoon, sister will take you to pay a visit."

Qing Dai covered her head with one hand, feigning a headache, and turned her gaze toward Nan Qingfeng.

"Yitian-ge..." Sensing his sudden formality, she couldn't help but feel anxious. However, since the other party had extended the invitation in a purely official manner, Yan Wushuang felt sorrowful and could only suppress it for the time being.

"Don't worry!" Cong Yi smiled and said to the Super System, "I have a superpower of Performance Mastery, right?"

In my memory, although my cousin never talked much about her grandfather with me, I seem to recall her saying that her grandfather was generally quite "low-key".

Cong Yi looked toward Wang Zuo. The figure in the black robe was looking at him. Although his face was invisible, Cong Yi still felt this guy was particularly inscrutable.

The last time Hei Yuan knew that Fatty had received a chain of missions from Wang Hanyu, who suffered from hydrophobia, was when he cooperated with Wang Lingling on a mission in the cafeteria. At that time, Fatty came in to find wet wipes for Wang Hanyu.

Then, with a thought, he projected his internal force outside his body. Although it couldn't extend too far from his body yet, he could already shape it in the void into whatever form he needed.

But Su Xiyuan didn't think much of it; she only paused slightly before entering the car door.

Guo Xijie, the obsessive-compulsive, spoke these heartfelt words with righteous indignation, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. Unfortunately, he was merely a hospital patient, insignificant and powerless; even if he wanted to say something, no one would take him seriously.

At this moment, Zhuge Longyun seemed to have transformed into a true martial artist; every move and every gesture was filled with the domineering spirit of a martial artist.

The Rat Spirit and the Toad Spirit exchanged glances; a trace of terror and difficulty appeared in both their eyes.

With their vision, they could naturally see that the sword technique Zhuge Longyun was wielding was extremely profound. Although Zhuge Longyun could not yet fully unleash the power of this sword technique, it did not affect their judgment of it.

The entire Inglen Island was shrouded in firelight and thick fog, but the electronic troops below seemed completely unable to see it. Missiles were exhausted, followed by particle beams, and then the electric whips woven by anti-air electromagnetic cannons continued to lash at the sky.

"Yes. It's just something I prepared for you." Qi said as he threw out a sack.

But those few guests were still waiting for her outside. If she didn't come out for too long, those elders might form a bad impression of her, which would not be good.

The thick bloodiness did not make Luo Hebin feel uncomfortable. Greedily sucking in a mouthful of the heavy scent of blood, countless killing cells within his body suddenly leaped with excitement.

Miyamoto Tazon finally came to his senses. Even without Chen Feng's last words, he had already developed a sense of awe toward the Central Plains Wu Lin.