Chapter 833: The New King of Domestic Singers

It’s rare to see her—she actually came too.

Isn’t this Cheng Hao? Why does it feel like all these mainland female actresses are kind of… afraid of her?

Saying “afraid” isn’t quite right—it’s more like she’s got them overshadowed. Didn’t she retire already?

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Hou Zhubo, Zhang Baizhi, Cai Zhuoyan, and Ajiao, who didn’t quite grasp the new dynamics of the mainland ecosystem, huddled together whispering, regarding how Cheng Hao, without saying a word, had established dominance over this

He blocked me so I couldn’t speak, and I didn’t know what to do when Li Yi suddenly picked me up; just as the bowl was about to tip over from the side, I quickly let go and held it with both hands—I thought my action was stupid, since the bowl wasn’t anything precious.

The dragon, as a creature, can be tamed and ridden. But beneath its throat grows a scale, an inch wide, reversed. Whoever touches it will surely be killed. Beneath the dragon’s neck grows reversed scales; to touch them provokes its rage and death.

As Lin Tianya slashed with his sword, a chorus of sharp, shattering cracks echoed through the entire space.

“Teacher Wang, school’s about to end, so we’ll take the child home now and bring him back tomorrow,” Su Yiqing said to the teacher beside her.

The dark corridor felt suffocating—I’d walked this path many times before, but this time felt different. Because this time I was a prisoner, and of course the sensation would be different.

“Um, Brother Li, shouldn’t we head back? If hunters are guarding the entrance to Duan Chang Canyon, we have zero chance of getting through!” After her shock, Chen Jiajia looked at Lin Tianya with hesitation.

“Bang bang bang!” A rapid knocking sounded; the door opened and Sherlock and Watson rushed in, then slammed it shut.

Most of the German text on it was incomprehensible to Su Zhou, but he recognized the logo—it seemed to be a major brand in this world’s sports equipment.

Hearing this, Mu Qian’s gaze fell on the judging panel: Song Donghai had remained seated there without leaving, so their people had found no opening to act. Now that Ye Qi Zu and his group had returned, this was indeed bad news for them.

The rumors online these past two days don’t need me to repeat—hahaha, yes, I’m one of the participants; we once saved the world.

At that moment, Qibikeli’s face darkened to its deepest shade, for Yu Liuming had struck right at his wound. During the Wuhai battle, Qibikeli and Zhuang Mubai had teamed up against Luo Qingyao, only to be defeated by her; Qibikeli’s right hand had suffered a severe sword wound.

Bai Tianxing pondered for a moment: the Heavenly Emperor had been quite considerate. Unlike the confused pseudo-true immortals of the naive Universe World, he had already explained to Bai Tianxing in detail how to secure more source power.

As Xiao Qianye finished speaking, a strange, piercing cold instantly enveloped his entire body; in his horrified gaze, a thin layer of ice rapidly spread across the steel fork in his hands, then his limbs and torso… in an instant, Xiao Qianye was completely frozen, utterly unable to move.

Though their minds were full of questions, they dared not ask—they had to keep advancing. In the army, whispering among each other was strictly forbidden; if this ban were lifted, soldiers talking while fighting would easily lose focus, miss orders, and even shake morale.

Never mind whether Bai Tianxing would lose face—practically speaking, it was simply impossible.

Moreover, over these years she had managed Mingjing Temple very well; if Zhao Xian hadn’t poured vast resources into the Zongwei Bureau, the Zongwei Bureau would have been far inferior to Mingjing Temple in the Northern Qi.

Natural resources represented by ivory could make a certain contribution to the Portuguese merchants’ warehouses.