Chapter 837: The Competitor Is XX

Those who couldn’t speak out their suffering weren’t just Jing Tian, but also every major record company.

By January 4th, the momentum of “Shh” was already glaringly obvious—more importantly, its long-tail effect was estimated by all companies to be the strongest among Zhou Yi’s entire catalog of Chinese albums.

“Model,” “She Said,” “He Doesn’t Understand,” “Love Transfer,” “Night Song,” “Hair Like Snow,” “Change Yourself,” “Three Kingdoms Love,” “

The smell of smoke on him was so thick that even a slight approach made it unmistakably clear—he must have smoked a lot.

Some of them even claimed to be disciples of Li Daochun, Lin Shixian, or even Zhao Zimo, swindling people and committing all kinds of evil deeds.

From Tangdan to the southern foot of Wumeng Mountain is at least a hundred li; if he was injured in Tangdan, walking to the southern foot of Wumeng Mountain wouldn’t even be possible within one or two hours.

Gu HanSheng was thinking when he heard a clamor outside the villa; listening closely, he thought he heard Han KeKe’s voice, saying things like throwing Xia Yimo out.

Anmuxi’s heart jolted; she snapped her head up, only to realize he wasn’t asking her—he was coldly glaring at Fang YanYan.

Though the sound was faint, she had an instinct—so strong it felt undeniable.

“Mom…” Yu Rou’s face was deeply embarrassed, her heart racing with fear that Long Yang would be severely triggered again by this, ruining their hard-won stability.

“By the way, I just bought some walnut cookies from Yanxi Tower—do you like them, Lin Xuan?” Yun Xuan nodded at Xuan Tie.

When Fang Haobai first saw Guo Kai’an at school, he was stunned and nearly charged forward to hit him again; luckily, Luo Ziqing had anticipated it and stopped him in time—otherwise, Guo Kai’an would’ve taken another punch.

“Chairman XuanYuan!” Xue Changming’s heart surged with shock—Chairman XuanYuan was the overall leader of the southern region of Jinlingzhou, his power unfathomable, said to have long since reached the Cultivation Realm of Transformation Spirit.

Nie Rong’s mother then walked over to a wooden cabinet, opened its door, and pulled out two boxes filled with ingredients.

“The Qin Clan emblem of Qin!” Xu Yun replied simply, frowning as if deep in thought.

Tai spoke with quiet sorrow of the past; Guo Ziyi had known Yisi Ai was dead, but not how horrifically her father had died—fighting two hundred Sassanid cavalry against thirty thousand Abbasid Black Robes, leading to the fall of the Sassanid Dynasty.

Ali nudged Xiao Ling, her face clearly showing deep displeasure at Xiao Ling’s indifferent expression.

“Master, how long do you think it will take me to reach your current level?” Zhao Yan asked again.

The soldiers arrived at several corners outside the capital’s city wall and began searching for suitable hiding spots—areas where they could dig tunnels.

“Xuan, you’re not leaving!” Chu Ning, clearly uncomfortable, mumbled in Lin Yuhao’s arms, tightening her grip around his neck.

“Everyone, stay focused—don’t reveal your position lightly!” Yan Wu ordered in a low voice.

These things didn’t matter anymore; his purpose in joining Keshan Sect wasn’t to stay long—he simply knew too little about this world and needed knowledge from here to fill his understanding of this realm.

Her voice was soft and gentle, her eyes sparkling with clear, alluring light; her face, untouched by makeup, was as pure and flawless as jade—she always easily stirred the urge to protect her.

“We still don’t know the situation—could the enemy already have this drug?” Fang Shouyi’s face darkened.

He XiaoDi smiled faintly, unconcerned, his expression conveying that this was simply natural law.

He spoke very little; after giving her an orange, he patted her shoulder like a brother and went to the kitchen.

Throughout this world’s development, countless races have been wiped out—yet new, bizarre races continue to emerge.

“Come, all of the Chu family, follow me to welcome Elder Chen!” Chu FuYi, full of vigor, waved his hand and prepared to lead the Chu family to greet Elder Chen.

Shi Zeng reached out his arm to pull her into his embrace; she pushed his arm away but pressed tightly against him.

In an instant, he completed this move, then teleported again, appearing directly before Er Lang—and repeated the same technique, embedding another wolf into the ground.

It was bad luck for Wang Li; Ma Han didn’t know her, but Niu Qiaoqiao had shown him her photo earlier; as soon as Wang Li appeared, Ma Han recognized her. Knowing her character, he naturally had no desire to deal with her.

Thinking of Lu Nianzhi’s ruthless play in chess, Du Zhenxi suddenly felt sympathy for Qu Qingchan; his expression softened involuntarily, and he shifted to chatting and drinking tea with her. After one cup, he rose to take his leave.

Those left on the west side were mostly immobile subordinates, while Wei Nuoqi had summoned a medic and rushed toward the eastern battlefield. Suddenly, a one-on-one situation emerged before the two mercenary captains. Feide knew he had to kill his opponent to escape alive, while the other still had choices.

The Thousand-Handed Demon Saint Prince didn’t respond; he simply stared silently at the supreme expert about to engage in a life-or-death duel with Apophis, his brow furrowed—he realized the old man was none other than the previous Demon Lord, Ye Tingmeng.

Now Son of Heaven Peak was even more frustrated—he knew he could eventually close the gap with Qiangsen, but he had no idea how to bridge the gap with Zejin.