Chapter 840
Don’t even think about learning from him—no one can imitate him; anyone who tries will die.
Seeing the restless idea stirring in Liu Ye’s heart, his agent leaned close to his ear and shattered his fantasy without hesitation.
Are there many female fans of Liu Ye?
Of course there are.
But that’s absolutely not grounds for him to imitate Zhou Yi.
You’re right, Liu Ye, you’re an acclaimed actor, but your popularity in the entertainment circle hasn’t reached the point where you’re indispensable—unlike Zhou Yi’s fans, Liu Ye
After the cinematic intro, the match officially began. The blue side was Shanghai University; the red side was Fudan University.
Fool, how could anyone’s life remain unchanged? Unless you’re like those farmers back in your hometown, living nothing but a simple routine of rising with the sun and resting at dusk.
With just these two carries, IF held off three waves of minions—the bottom lane’s second tower stubbornly held.
As long as I keep my life, the criminal won’t get away with it for long; the laws of the East are quite protective of foreigners—not groveling, but a matter of international concern. I’m a British citizen of Irish nationality; if the East mishandles this, it could spark an irreconcilable conflict with the Irish government.
You Siyu naturally realized Ding Wei was deliberately trying to send her away. She glanced at Situ Ran, who gave her a slight nod, signaling her to leave.
After speaking, Yang Ming gently pushed open the fitting room door a crack and stepped out—but the few stalkers at the entrance couldn’t help turning their eyes toward him: “Idiots, what the hell are you doing?” Yang Ming instantly grabbed the nearest one, stepped forward, and slapped him across the face, shouting curses.
“Bad! We have nothing to discuss, and I don’t want to talk—go away! For the last time, don’t come near me again.”
Gou Yunbao chuckled and first pulled a folded diagram from his cloth sack, handing it to Bai Linghuai, who slowly unfolded it to reveal the Five Mudras of the Buddhist School.
“If I hadn’t been careless last time, I might have won that match,” said the Vice Minister of Rites, his focus still on the afternoon’s match, speaking with resentment.
EZ and Nami moved simultaneously—EZ closed in with an E, aiming to deal damage to the Ice Queen, but Tam immediately swallowed her whole.
He had already decided: once he captured Yaoji, he would beat her for a full day—no, three days.
As his thoughts churned, Hongyao suddenly felt darkness fall over her eyes; she snapped back to awareness and realized the lantern had gone out.
Probably because she’d stood under the sun too long, her waist ached fiercely; she’d wanted to cook something to eat, but had no appetite at all.
If Empress Luo declares Pang Zhiyi fit to be crown prince, all her prior efforts will be rendered worthless. Pang Tu’s recent warmth and special favors will vanish utterly, with no possibility of redemption.
“This is the abacus? I’ve heard of it but never seen one—it was invented by your fifth uncle-in-law, said to replace counting rods.”
Empress Luo’s voice was shrill; Luo Yuancai found it piercing, but he had no choice—the emperor had ordered him to counsel the empress, and no matter how unwilling, he must enter. Moreover, this matter isn’t merely about the empress’s favor—it concerns the entire Luo clan’s honor and survival, not something to be taken lightly.
As the supreme general commanding the Qin army and deeply favored by the First Emperor, Meng Tian now bears the title “God of War.” He expanded the empire’s borders and repelled foreign enemies, his military achievements towering—even the emperor respected him deeply.
Yaoji could no longer hold back—she burst out laughing at Jiang Fan’s ridiculous muttering, gasped for air, and her corpse qi surged wildly. She hastily suppressed it, forgetting even to purge the strange corpse qi trapped in the sack.
Since that lowlife moved into Ying Mei Zhai overnight without so much as a greeting, Zhu’s relationship with the prince had gradually grown cold.
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