Chapter 725: I Still Remember to the Very End

《Break the Monopoly! Taiwan Music Industry's Great Victory! 》

《Sony vs Warner: Wang Lihong + Zhou Jielun vs Zhou Yi》

《Golden Melody Awards: A Historic Moment Freed from the Demon King's Rule! 》

《Zhou Lang's Talent Exhausted: Zhou Yi's Sweep of Three Golden Melody Awards Cannot Hide His Decline! 》

《Bright Future: Wang Lihong and Zhou Jielun Each Claim One Golden Melody Award, Showing Their True Strength》

《The Darkest Day in Chinese-Language Music History》

《……》

200

For a time, the Song and Jin kingdoms once again plunged into war, their hundreds of thousands of troops mixing in chaotic battle.

"Soft Soul Water"—even if they sent more people, they wouldn't fear it, especially since their cultivation levels were not all high and the required amount was not much.

This body felt heavy and hard to move; I truly hoped Yanzhu would let go soon, but Yanzhu ignored his plea entirely.

At that moment, Bi Bing was just about to drink tea when the cup tipped over onto the ground. Bi Bing felt a sudden inner panic, unsure why. Bi Bing thought: Could Long Mingxin be in trouble?

After resting for an hour, Tianxuanzi and his group rose and continued their journey. They walked until dusk, and indeed arrived at the foot of the mountain where the bald man resided.

"I'm actually not nervous at all—I'm just amazed by your beauty and gentleness; I never imagined you had such a lovely face." Leitianzi wasn't in much of a hurry; he chatted aimlessly with Wu Bingyanghua, speaking words that barely passed through his brain, with some illogical leaps.

I closed my eyes slightly, casting aside my many suspicions and reservations—perhaps I really was seeing ghosts everywhere. Even if it were truly so, now that I've entered the Eastern Palace to see Yan'er, in terms of sentiment, reason, law, and protocol, I cannot be criticized; and given my status, I'm certain Nan Chengmian cannot touch me.

Situ Jian felt he'd been teased again; he'd been fooled by this guy once before, and now he was being mocked again today.

Unfortunately, the evils in heaven and earth are countless; even Huo Rong could not utterly exterminate them, only doing what little he could.

Since I've married into the Third Prince's Mansion, no matter what lies ahead, I can no longer sever ties with him, nor can I withdraw from the matter entirely. If that's the case, fortune is better than misfortune; even if it truly is misfortune, better to face it early and prevent disaster before it arises.

Ordinary people may have no concept of this, but cultivators like Xu Changsheng know: when a person is born, a primordial spiritual essence enters the mother's womb; at birth, it becomes tainted by worldly dust and mundane qi, transforming into the "postnatal conscious spirit."

Although Xu Yan still pays no attention to anything, still treats me as his master, and continues to show me great respect, the gap in status and position still exists, doesn't it?

Though he was an old man, his breath was as fragrant as orchids, its scent rich and pervasive, extending over a hundred li to form a fragrance barrier that blocked Ma Fengyun's yin soul, while simultaneously sending out a thread of true qi to guard Ma Fengyun's "corpse" left on the valley platform.

"How can this be called bullying too far? General Fu, you're at least a respected figure in the Jianghu, your word is your bond—how can you go back on your word? This will surely damage your reputation in the Jianghu!" Ruan Jiang stepped forward, stoking the flames.

Four team leaders, five deputy team leaders, one Grand Ghost Dao Master, and one Deputy Ghost Dao Master—this force exceeds one-third of the current Jing Ling Ting's combat strength.

Without waiting for their reaction, he raised his whip and led his troops away. I believe they can take care of themselves; otherwise, they don't deserve to be officials of the Han.

"Huh? Doesn't this have nothing to do with Brother Haiyan and Sister Du?" Xue Xin frowned.

Over the three months, all trainees had grown accustomed to these obstacle drills, yet this torment of sweat and blood remained extremely grueling—doing it once was manageable, but once training began, it was three hundred or five hundred repetitions, and that was what was unbearable.