Chapter 843: I Always Say Zhou Yi People Are the Nicest

《Reconstructing the Perception of Musical Value, Cultivating User Payment Habits! 》

《Incentivizing Independent Musicians to Create, Promoting Diversification in the Industry! 》

《The Rise of Ringback Tone Economy, Zhou Yi's Forward Deployment Shakes the Industry! 》

《The Underdog Singer's Comeback Myth, Born from Zhou Yi's Inclusive Model! 》

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On the 22nd, as Zhou Yi's new album continued to surge in popularity on the ringback tone market with no sign of decline, even music critics began to criticize.

"This pill…" The master of Tianlan Studio had been smiling, but upon seeing the pill, his face turned pale, his expression instantly filled with solemnity.

Although Old Ye was nominally the steward of the Long household and thus a servant, everyone understood that he and Master Long Potian were true, life-and-death friends; Long Potian never treated Old Ye as a servant, but as his own brother.

Returning to his room, Liu Tian spent the entire morning restoring his martial power; but by noon, when food was delivered to his room, a figure did not arrive as usual. After bathing and changing into clean robes, Liu Tian stepped out.

Indeed, three days later, after the Su Niangniang Temple was expanded, it held another grand sacrifice; divine light immediately enveloped the temple, and after one day and one night, Bai Mian walked out from within. No one knew what struggle had taken place within Bai Mian—it was silent and unseen.

Su Zimo's voice unconsciously gained a magnetic charm, making the alternating words even more vivid; suddenly, a sound came from ahead, cutting off this magnetic narration, his moving lips halted, the emotionally charged voice abruptly ceased, and he turned in confusion toward the frozen Lin Feng.

But Chu Tianyu did not know that Murong Xin had already won back half the gambling den—tens of thousands of gold coins.

"You can try to kill me," Duan Qiantian said, a crimson long whip materializing in her hand—she launched an attack before Zhongli and the other could react.

"Big Brother Yuan, no way, is the drill really over? It feels so unreal," Ge Feng said.

A company annual meeting exposed Zheng Ji's internet industry to the cameras, revealing that Zheng Ji possessed not only extraordinary talent in music but also exceptional ability in business.

Almost simultaneously, Yuan Sihan and Qin Yao both glared fiercely, bit their tongues again, and spat another mouthful of essence blood onto the talisman.

Her cultivation continuously rose—from Golden Core to Yuan Dan Qi, then Nascent Soul, then Soul Formation—until she reached Dao God First Layer, where she finally slowed and stopped.

In the Yan royal family, a graceful figure draped in a water-blue brocade gown also turned her gaze toward it.

For example, Zhu Yuanzhang reading Sunzi Bingfa understood its true meaning, not merely its specific phrases.

Using his excellent night vision, Ye Tian hid in a shadow, gazed meaningfully at the enchanting spring scene for a while, then reluctantly left.

Knowing Ye Xingchen was deliberately teasing him, Nangong Nanyue picked up his folding fan and struck him, only reluctantly forgiving him after Ye Xingchen apologized.

This forced martial artists to continuously compress, repeatedly condensing liquid spiritual energy.

Zhong Limei glanced quietly for a moment, when suddenly a gust of wind struck her face; she had no time to react—she felt a staff strike her shoulder.

Qiao Lue carried Lian Yu upstairs; the Shopkeeper went to fetch the Physician. Meanwhile, Ruan Xizhi sat alone in the room facing a screen, a single dim candle, her heart filled with loneliness. Thinking of Lian Yu's uncertain fate, her heart ached as if torn apart; in an instant, the candlelight before her blurred and flickered, tears fell like pear blossoms in the rain.

Watching Fan Jian fly backward, Xian Xianxi's worry vanished, and she smiled playfully as she asked Qi Bao.

Seeing General Xia Chuzhong's figure, the morale of the 98th Division surged to its peak.

His voice was calm and gentle, revealing no trace of excitement, yet it pierced Lin Xian's heart like a cold, sharp awl.

Several days passed, and Xiahou Yuan and Cao Ren returned with remnants of their troops; the three met, remembered their fallen brothers, saw today's devastation, and could not help but grieve deeply—they embraced and wept bitterly. For two days straight, they wept until heaven and earth darkened. Cao Cao, overcome with sorrow, could not attend to affairs.

The golden dragon lifted its head and realized it had lost control of that sky; the power above breathed in a chaotic, unprecedented rhythm. Fire-colored auroras glowed on the horizon, red lightning flashed everywhere in irregular patterns, no longer forming rhythmic, focused attacks.

But then came the exquisitely soft voice of Jinnaluo: "Qingwei, I wonder if you can watch my match?"

She walked before Tang Jin, knelt down, and forcibly seized his wrist; Tang Jin grunted but did not resist, for even the slightest movement sent searing pain through his bones—he let Tong Leilei reset his wrist.

According to Japan's match last time, they scored almost one point per minute. Now it's one point every ten minutes—they're really giving us face.

Gunfire rang out; the bullet pierced Rebecca's chest. She collapsed, twitched a few times, then lay still, eyes still wide open.

With a "Boom!" the two qi dragons collided and annihilated each other; using the shockwave from their impact, Xing Luo gently halted his momentum, standing as steadily as a green water lily floating on a calm wave, suspended over a hundred zhang above ground.

After a full incense-burner of silence, suddenly the Linglong Turtle crouched on Jianjie's shoulder, staring at the unconscious Lin Yi, let out a deafening roar that drowned out the rumbling thunder rising from underground.