Chapter 777: The Zhou Yi Effect?

In the later internet era, many people might find the name Hou Xian somewhat unfamiliar; quite a few even only knew him through his non-mainstream-era hit single "Baby Face," assuming he was yet another musician who had only emerged during the so-called "Q Music Three Giants" era.

But in fact, that wasn't the case at all.

Born in 1979, he was actually two years older than Zhou Yi himself, and had begun engaging with and creating music since the end of the last century; it was just that, due to the circumstances at the time,

On the way back to the city, the elven general tried several times to make conversation with Eli, but was politely rebuffed each time.

"Sorry, sorry—Zuyue, during the three days you're down here, properly practice the attribute conversion of your Yuan Qi.

The ball-buying post suddenly burst into flames, and a great god leapt out from within the firelight. His body grew ever more massive, his outstretched turtle claws as broad as a plank, his two hands clawing and scratching. Zhong Ting quietly drew his bow and let fly with a "whoosh." From not far away came a "Mama mia!"—and every last trace of that eerie firelight vanished.

A volley of arrows rained out from the dense forest; the demon army on the open ground outside the forest was shot into disarray, many demons tumbling to the ground after being struck. Even the heavily armored demon chiliarchs could not withstand the arrow storm, riddled through by the armor-piercing bolts mixed in among the shafts until they looked like hedgehogs.

Luo Qingqing lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. She didn't know if she was being overly suspicious, but she felt the darkness pressing down on her, as if it would squeeze the breath right out of her chest.

Song Xinyue only felt a tingling numbness wash over her whole body, as if a current had surged through her. But in her mix of shame and fury, she swung a slap straight at Qin Fan's face.

He only said to him: "You understand the affairs of your Spirit Cultivation Society well enough by now. Some things simply aren't something your meager experience can grasp—just a few moles inside, and they can lead you around by the nose."

Matthew couldn't be bothered to keep up the act any longer. He glared hatefully at Li Zhuoguang, but with the other side so heavily outnumbering him, he didn't even get off a parting threat before fleeing.

The president was still mulling over Li Zhuoguang's words, and on reflex pulled out his phone and let Li Zhuoguang scan the code.

"You uncle and nephew have a nice chat—I'm out of here." Zuyue entered stealth mode and vanished from the scene.

This place seemed to be some kind of assembly-line workshop, with several dozen production lines laid out. Most of them, however, had been smashed beyond recognition; from the look of it, this factory had also received a visit from mutant creatures.

"You—rascal girl, always so full of mischief—" Ah Chen could only sigh helplessly. After being stirred up by Xue Wei like this, he'd completely forgotten the matter of looking for Lin'er.

Zhang Cuishan's gaze shot toward Bucktooth like the edge of a blade. He loathed anyone disturbing his quiet, peaceful life, and loathed even more anyone tailing him. Especially when he caught the flash of panic on Shen Li's face, his disgust for this bunch of thugs who had been pestering him all the way to now had reached its absolute limit.

Although that apartment was terrifying, it was also a relatively safe harbor. Zhang Kai had also said many times that he was absolutely certain no ghost, however fearsome, could ever enter the apartment.

By the time Zhao Jingjing dismounted from Wang Yuan, her face was already flushed crimson. Because the weather was so hot, today she had only been wearing a very thin bra, and during Wang Yuan's wild sprint her chest had been rubbing back and forth against his the whole time.

With no other choice, Fang Shuo had his people send out another distress signal. By now, of the fifty-person team, seven or eight were already dead; the survivors still had ample medicine, but their stamina was beginning to flag.

If one were to say she wanted to drug her own food to harm herself, that was practically impossible.

"The situation here won't allow us to resolve it in one go, so setting up a camp here and gradually clearing things out is necessary." Yang Lin punched his fist as he spoke.

"Am I going to die?" The Corpse King's claws drew closer and closer—just as Yun Sui thought she was done for, he suddenly threw his body in the way and blocked the Corpse King's strike. Blood—his blood. He had been wounded saving her. All that remained in Yun Sui's mind was the image of him coughing up blood as he was hurt.