Chapter 795: Westerners Recite Sutras, He Hears Them All

Holy shit!

How dare you!

Almost at the same moment, the industry insiders who saw Zhou Yi's promotional pre-release single interview instantly felt their scalps tingle—

Bro, you're really doing it?

At this moment, whether Sony Universal or EMI, whether those who found him disagreeable or those who despised him, after watching, all gave him a thumbs-up in their hearts.

Piracy has been plaguing the Chinese music

At the end, he deliberately stressed the four words "reasonable and understanding." Wu's father found it touching as he listened, but could only hold back, glaring fiercely at Wu Jiangtao.

Jiang Mingye's knuckles cracked, his eyes blood-red at the base, the temperature around him instantly dropping to freezing, his pitch-black pupils slowly icing over, like a wasteland where the last flicker of fire had been extinguished.

"Arrogant." Hercules only snorted coldly. His massive frame was wild and overbearing; he simply didn't take Master Moshi seriously at all.

She knew the palace tabooed talk of ghosts and gods. On her very first day entering the palace as a consort, the guiding nanny had instructed her of this, but the temptation of gaining imperial favor was too great, so she recklessly came here to worship the immortals.

Nono tilted her head, resting it on her knee, her two large gem-like radiant eyes dimly gazing into the distance.

"Wife, I'm going to go out and draw him away in a bit. You stay here and don't move. In ten minutes, someone will definitely come in to search and rescue." After Xiao Ran finished speaking, he lifted his foot and went out.

It seemed he had to properly plan out what to do next—both win her back and defeat the rival.

"Just because she's kinder and gentler than you, she's nothing like you, with the heart of a venomous snake." He was so provoked by her that he gritted his teeth.

Moreover, Lü Qianqian was the textbook mature older-sister type—fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged—but dressed in utter poverty, how could she dare enter the bloom of youth? With empty sleeves and a clean breeze, how could she dare wrong such a beauty?

As for the matter of the zombie hearts containing cores, Lu Cenfeng had absolutely no intention of sharing it with this bunch of people.

Meng Xi didn't like Bai Ruoyu. Every time she asked Li Yaxin to go shopping, Bai Ruoyu would tag along, so she couldn't even whisper secrets with Sister Yaxin.

What kind of situation was this? Zhuang Qingqing stared in stunned disbelief at Huo Yuanzhen, wanting to grab her phone but feeling that interrupting like that would truly be rude; yet if she didn't grab her phone, she could only watch helplessly as Huo Yuanzhen chatted happily with her own mother?

When facing unfamiliar environments, they finally would no longer be afraid, no longer anxious and uneasy.

"I don't know them!" After I finished saying this, Meng Xue understood everything at once, and immediately led me running toward the right.

Both Huanhuan's and my mouths were violently stuffed shut with rags by them; our cries for help could only come out as faint, muffled sounds.

Zhuang Qingqing was already thoroughly depressed, and on top of that having to eat while being watched by others—that kind of misery was something ordinary people could hardly imagine. So after agonizing endlessly, Zhuang Qingqing finally suppressed her inner demons and directly reached out to pick up some vegetables.

Who would have thought this bodyguard was also an absolute tough nut—he actually howled and cursed, "Fuck your mother, I'll fight you to the death," then grabbed a shard of glass and stabbed at me viciously.

Xiao Chen Yu looked at his wife, whose appearance had already changed, but the aura she exuded, her every movement, every smile, every frown, every tear, was still so familiar, capable of making his very soul tremble.

A man of action, the moment he thought of this, he instantly found various channels, inquired into the other party's name and her daily walking route, and then revealed a smile like a hunter eyeing prey.

If Han Ping died, everything would be untraceable; at most he'd be guilty of lax supervision, and Boss Sun, considering their years of relationship, definitely wouldn't punish him too harshly.

Thinking of this, the next second, Li Jun frowned tightly and said with a solemn face to the "Chen Dazhi" before him.

"Phew! Good, no problem. Lin Fan really is as always, constantly creating miracles. I hope he can thoroughly defeat the Demon Luo." He Feng said with a tense expression.