Chapter 767: Zhou Yi's Favor Can Never Be Repaid

"Yes, yes, that's it. Very good, change the pose again, lift one hand and turn it slightly to the side, yes..."

In the studio with flickering lights, the photographer kept issuing demands, having Zhou Yi, positioned right at the center of the lens, strike poses according to their composition—

After all that fuss, mental exhaustion outweighed physical fatigue.

As the male muse personally selected by the late Giorgio Armani, and the first global ambassador for Armani in Asia, responsible for Zhou Yi's segment

"Luo Lin!" Chen Zaixing entered the room and saw Luo Lin talking with two monks serving as advisors. Seeing her husband arrive, she whispered a few words to the two monks, who then bowed to her and withdrew.

A few minutes later, a black-skinned, burly Sikh guard approached Chen Zaixing.

Hot favorite seed players for the championship suddenly emerged from all over the Chinese region; of course, there was much exaggeration, and plenty of hype-driven topics. When the Heavenly Alliance followed suit and posted their own seed player on the forum, it immediately caused non-Heavenly Alliance players to cry out against the injustice.

Just like that, they were defeated, suddenly and without warning, followed by betrayal from allies and the scattering of followers like monkeys when the tree falls; enemies from all sides suddenly struck, and the Gods became a huge cake in the eyes of others.

Through the already shattered glass, many people could be seen outside, patrolling back and forth around the yacht, yet not a single word of conversation could be heard.

Meng Tianzheng's words were not finished, but Lu Tianming also heard a tone of helplessness; this result made him feel somewhat powerless as well.

"Sigh! I knew you would definitely be the hardest to control." You sighed helplessly.

Da Hei turned his head to look at Feng Yifeng, sighed and said, "All I can help with is this; I hope you will have good luck." After saying this, Da Hei handed the gun to Ge Li and left the bedroom, which was somewhat overcrowded.

"Familiar?" Zhao Jie held the flesh-colored hot-blooded mushroom, its rounded front end bitten off halfway, and examined it closely, trying hard to recall when he had seen this kind before.

At the main gate, two security guards with Taibao haircuts had already been controlled by the armed police; Liu Yansong and He Kaijie walked through the obstruction and entered the gate.

Bai Ling did not know where she was now, nor what situation the Demon Dragon was in; staring at the belly exposed after the Demon Dragon fell down, she remembered Lu Linsheng, who had been eaten by him.

Detectors similar to Frieza's army could transmit over long distances and even had surveillance functions, but their deployment was limited; the communication wristwatches of the Lase Defense Force were also precision combat instruments, possessed only by every combatant; counting patrol members in various regions, the entire Lase Defense Force had only a few thousand.

The most obvious function of the T-virus was to enhance the characteristics of recombined biological genetic factors, with the aim of accelerating metabolism within the organism.

"This Princess also wishes to stay in the side room of the Imperial Court of Judicial Review to see exactly how it differs from the guesthouse." Princess Jin Ling's favor for Yun Lingjing grew even stronger; she envied how freely Yun Lingjing lived and truly desired from the bottom of her heart to become friends with her.

Judging by her tone, she seemed quite formidable; this room had seen countless people come and go to examine the matter, all claiming it was haunted, yet no one had ever linked it to the insects in the corner. This Miss had only been here for a day, saw through it, and spoke with considerable reason, making people convinced; she had a premonition that what she had picked up was a treasure.

Li Jian took a deep breath, and two pools of crimson flame surged from his hands, forging the soul fragments.

There was simply no chance to help him; his mansion had at least ten doctors on constant standby, yet no one was ill, so Chaoxi's greatest skill could not be put to use.

Gao Taibao saw his gloomy expression and heavy aura, guessing that he must have a clear idea about these two groups in his heart.

Unspent anger erupted from his nostrils, thick and heavy; his chest rapidly compressed and expanded, circulating his aura throughout his body.

Yet at this very moment, someone was preparing to deal a deadly blow to Xing Cunxiao's beloved daughter, intending to cut off Xing Xinge's future martial arts path; how could Xing Cunxiao possibly remain seated?