Chapter 715: A Casual Strike Already Reaches the Peak Ordinary Men Can Hardly Reach

As for He Jiong, who sings?

They don't care.

In the folk-song business, most people really don't care who the singer is.

As long as your lyrics and melody are infectious in every respect, even a raspy voice can hop up and howl a couple of lines.

Besides, He Jiong is a host, so at the very least his diction and breath control pass muster, and his tone has won public approval — it's not the sort of ear-splitting sound you can't stand to listen to.

Of course, Xu

That night, the Wind Fox King, dead drunk, stormed into Zhao He's palace. The moment he saw her, he slapped her across the face without a word, cursing her as the beauty who had ruined the kingdom. Zhao He merely covered her cheek and stared at him in silence, her eyes nothing but a sheet of dead ash.

Because of the relationship between Zhao Qinhan and Director Fang, I was quite at ease with Director Fang's judgment. Zhao Qinhan went to handle Qiuqiu's admission paperwork, while Director Fang prescribed medication and began setting up an IV drip for Qiuqiu. I kept holding Qiuqiu's hand and sat to one side.

At that moment, Eres heard the slow, lilting voice of the young man before him — the one who called himself a deity — rise once again.

By then the inner hall had already gathered many friends from the Jianghu. Seeing the Wu Clan arrive, they all cast friendly glances their way. But the three Daoist elders standing at the center of the inner hall felt their hearts sink at once; a wave of displeasure welled up within them, their faces twisting as they stared at the Wu Clan people with unmistakable hostility.

Half the dishes at the wedding banquet were her favorites — the ingredients, the kitchen, everything had been picked out and transported by Huan Yu himself.

"Besides, the Vanir wouldn't dare lay a hand on Your Majesty. Asgard is Your Majesty's most steadfast bulwark; Your Majesty's dignity cannot be offended." Heimdall said it lightly.

The Ring of Order can rob any target of the ability to fly — whether it works on a Warcraft Commander remains to be seen.

Tang Ya hesitated for a moment, nodded, and followed Chen Tianyi and Bai Qi out of the hospital room.

But the clash between the dark energy and Patch's psychic force still caused a tremendous commotion, and Patch's spiritual source was nearly exhausted. Patch reckoned that without ten days to half a month, he would likely be unable to recover.

But now was not the time to dig into that, because Zhang Taibai had sought out Tutankhamen this time for something far more important.

Fu Hao paid no attention to the creatures blanketing the mountains. He flew straight over their heads, passing above these fellows who grew like weeds across every ridge.

As for the Princess of Chang'an, it's even simpler — she's the cousin of Qin Hu's elder male cousin. Once Qin Hu dies, the vast fortune of the Champion Marquis's Hou Fu will naturally fall entirely into that elder cousin's lap.

Even Ding Hao, in his view, could only rank somewhere around the four or five hundredth place on the Hidden Dragon List; he couldn't even imagine a higher ranking.

The moment Di Xi heard the two words "Lian Cheng," it was as if, in a black night of pouring rain, a sudden shaft of light had appeared — faint, perhaps, but enough to illuminate the gloomy world and light the road nearby. Di Xi's hand hovered in midair; fantasy and reality overlapped once more, imprinting the bruised, swollen face of Ye Yueming.

"Thank you." Di Xi gave a faint smile. Though he still looked utterly exhausted, his spirits had clearly improved a great deal.

After enduring it for a while, Jian Xinghao finally opened his eyes. His dark, heavy gaze, pained and complicated, looked ahead — and finally settled on his own hand.

"You don't need to help me! Anyway, the show hasn't been decided yet — I can take my time and figure out one I can do myself. But you… I'm actually a bit worried about you." Su Yanxin's tone was just like an older sister's, with not a trace of insincerity.

PS: PS: Making up for the chapters I owed yesterday. Things are finally done. Of today's other two chapters, one will be posted around two o'clock, and the other before nine in the evening.

"You don't want Qingluan to come back?" Hou Qing's answer greatly exceeded Qingyuan's expectations. He had believed the conditions he offered were generous enough — how could Hou Qing possibly have any thought of refusing?