Chapter 760

The article was written in an alarmist manner, directly exaggerating and distorting Zhou Yi's personal actions into an alleged intent to "poison" a new generation of American musicians and fans.

Qian Jiang, wanting to control the narrative, immediately had Warner contact the article's author, journalist Fi Richards of the New York Observer, but the response left him dumbfounded—

"God, I swear to heaven, the manuscript I submitted was nothing like this."

It seemed as if Warner

If not for trusting her uncle and believing Jun Qingchen had betrayed the country, how could her father have marched his troops into Jingcheng, sword pointed at Jun Qingchen? How could her father have foreseen that his most respected elder brother would frame his own younger brother for treason?

The surprise came too suddenly, leaving Kap a little unprepared—was it because of their old acquaintance?

But then the nobles seized the land, taking my house too, forcing me to wander the streets with you.

When the door closed, in a fit of anger, her long red dress got caught, and Han Ling collapsed face-first to the ground.

As a government civil servant and member of the salaried class, owning a Nissan Teana was already quite good enough.

After the debt was paid and the fight ended, Su Zhu cautiously poked his head out from under the table, then slowly crawled out.

He thought for a moment and had her move into the He family home—close to the school, and coincidentally, he had just graduated and was taking over He Company's affairs, being sent by his father to the A City branch's grassroots level for training; apart from the servants, only she and He's mother remained in the house.

Bearing the stinging pain on her face, this was yet another lesson He's mother had given her after they happened to meet again, even though she had already moved into the school dormitory.

After thanking Zhou Qian, he followed inside to eat; though the meal wasn't exotic delicacies, it was quite lavish.

At this moment, other faculty members hadn't arrived for work; only two or three students were trying to pull them apart, but Lao Guo and Zhang Delu were both burly men, and the students couldn't hold them back.

"I like it." Well then, since Deng Jia came today to confront me, hiding anything from her would be unfair.

Remember, that was a peak Nascent Soul assassin; even if he was careless and didn't use full strength against an ordinary person, forget a pig-killing knife—an ordinary person holding a Sacred Artifact couldn't kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.

I can't take it anymore—this atmosphere is too suffocating; I need to run! Maybe if I run, they'll stop fighting?

"Where's Gan Guo Shi Guo?" Wang Sheng asked again. These two had obtained the legendary treasure—how could they not become targets for other factions?

The capital was shattered, the Xuan Shui imperial clan was utterly exterminated in the chaos, the Imperial Tutor and Guardian An Dongtu died in battle, and ten million people perished.

The Rebel Blade of the Warring Era was to be squeezed further; in his mind, Fang Junmei's voice echoed—upon hearing it, he chuckled, a chuckle brimming with malice.

The flashlight was prepared. In the faint powder, a streak of light cut through the misty air like a grimace.

Hmph, what are you talking about? I gave Li Xiaoyu no chance to speak—I kissed her plump lips directly.

Unconsciously, I had used it for decades; when I entered the Shenxiao Immortal Realm, I was still several Immortal Realms away from reaching the Outer Great Immortal Realm.

Wu Xin frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "What does he look like?" He couldn't guess who had come to see him—the only ones who knew he lived here were Zhan Ying and Tie Xiong; no one else. But how could this person know? Had news of his infiltration into Jingcheng already spread?

Previously, his position had been very stable. But after Gu Zhen joined the first team, his position became unstable, and recently he'd even been pushed off the bench entirely by Gu Zhen—he was deeply resentful.

In an instant, Zuo Lun froze; at the same moment, Wang Feng flipped up, grabbed the gun in his hand, and swung it toward Zuo Lun.