Chapter 845: To Be a Person, One Must Have Backbone

Although he had always been mocked for having a name that could be read backwards, it was undeniable that before Zhou Yi, no domestic singer had ever received a "new leader" evaluation in the main text of the People's Daily.

When it comes to the use of such defining-level vocabulary, the People's Daily is still very cautious—after all, it is not an entertainment-oriented print outlet like Contemporary Song.

Contemporary Song can blow things up however it likes, even blow Zhou Yi up into the eternal sun hanging over the Chinese music scene—

Fang Xiaohua shook her head with a flushed face. The boy waved his hand as a farewell and left the two of them, walking toward the teaching building.

Once he had accumulated enough power in the lower realm to return to the God Realm, slaying the gods who had led the encirclement against Wang Yu back then and pardoning the other gods who had been swept along, it would only be a matter of time before Wang Yu reclaimed his peak in the God Realm.

I give up everything of the Li family, give up my shares in Shenghuang Group—apart from the money I earned myself, I won't take a single cent from the Li family.

But what happened next was somewhat beyond Beyala's expectations; she never imagined that the Abyssal Worm, which only had instincts, could so easily break free from her control and wander off leisurely to eat "snacks."

I asked him whether doing it this way would keep the ghost from coming out. Sixi said it probably wouldn't, and that trapping the ghost in the room like this, suppressed by the sacred aura of the incense ash, would weaken the yin energy on the ghost's body, making it easier to deal with later.

From Old Yuan's mouth, he learned that Wang Quan's entire force consisted of one large Fuchuan, six No. 2 Fuchuan, and around a hundred Cangshan ships and Haicang ships. He could be considered a fairly powerful pirate.

Everyone arrived at the rockery and sat down in the pavilion. On both sides of the pavilion lay a pond, and the colorful carp in the pond, hearing the footsteps, did not panic but continued to frolic leisurely.

He stomped down hard, sand and earth leaping high. Kanna Amemiura bent his body and pressed his legs, and his chakra instantly dispersed into the earth; an eight-trigram diagram invisible to the naked eye appeared in his field of vision.

The sunlight was warm, the lake a beautiful sight, pleasing to the eye—but none of it could reach her eyes anymore.

"Sun Demon Emperor, long time no see. I wonder if you still remember me, Wang Yu?" Wang Yu's voice echoed over the Sun Demon Palace, and only a moment later, the Sun Demon Emperor's hearty laughter rang out.

In the instant she froze, my divine sense rapidly grew taller; I shook my shoulders and sent her flying with a single bounce. She flew more than three meters, crashed heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of black blood welled up at the corner of her mouth.

I took out my key, opened the door, helped her inside, sat her down on the sofa, and then poured her a glass of water.

After Yin Jin left, I looked again at Ran Hong, Boss Duan, and the others; their expressions were also extremely ugly. Especially when I deliberately looked over at them with a provocative gaze, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"—instantly, their cheeks looked as if they had been slapped countless invisible slaps, their expressions uglier than if their fathers had just died.

But Lop Nur and Forty-Nine City are separated by thousands of miles—what connection could possibly exist between them?

Looking at her still indignant expression and flushed face, the corners of my eye twitched a few times. It was almost certainly true—she really could sense the thoughts in my heart.

No matter how the generals on both sides spoke up earlier, the soldiers on both sides remained utterly unmoved.

I was stunned—this was something I hadn't considered. I had only thought about Asuo's influence; it turned out there was also the factor of me and Miao Yi in the mix.

I released my divine sense and swept it across the campus, but the ghostly aura here was too thick; I simply couldn't locate the tomb.

We circled around the museum. To avoid alerting the enemy, we didn't go in ourselves; Tang Mingli sent his subordinates in to gather information. But the security inside was extremely tight, and it was very hard to find out exactly where An Yi was being held.

To be honest, although Blood Demon Ling was beautiful, the scene on site was still somewhat horrifying—mainly because of the enormous blood pool and the thick smell of blood, which exuded an evil and eerie atmosphere.