Chapter 849: The First Person in Spring Festival Gala History to Insult on the Public Screen

To speak fairly, it is already 2005. By common sense, it should be virtually impossible to see a significant amount of aggression on the Spring Festival Gala stage, which emphasizes grand celebration.

Cross-talk and skits like "The Thief Company" and "The Prince and the Postman" are products of the last century.

Some matters are no longer spoken of openly.

Precisely for this reason, at this year's Spring Festival Gala, apart from ordinary audiences like Sun Yanzi's family, many who did not

But Gu Chen remained as calm as still water. Even upon hearing Zhong Ding's words, he seemed unmoved; he merely stared tightly at the Buddha statue, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes, followed immediately by a trace of worry.

Yun Zhi suppressed the restless urge to try bubbling in her heart, thinking this was not like her at all. She secretly observed Su Diling but could discern nothing, nor did she know if Su Diling felt the same as her.

After staring silently at Rong Jin for a moment, he dropped the intelligence he had been reading, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent for a long time.

Those attacks slipped through the gaps between the people in the arena, falling unimpeded onto the ground and the surrounding stone walls.

In the next instant, her body seemed like a red swift, carving a shape through the air. The two wings of the swallow suddenly spread out. Xuan Can and Jiu Yi cried out and retreated.

Things that were originally ethereal and vague are better left to return to ethereal vagueness. Once some things change, even if they remain the same things, their flavor has altered.

The in-laws mentioned by Ao Rong naturally referred to Ye Jin and Jiu Qing, that is, Di Yao's parents in the mortal world.

Beside him, Ling Ao appeared extremely excited. The primal weapon battle sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically without cease, killing a large swath of spirit beasts.

"Everyone has a curious heart. Chang Xi lost such an expensive sports car; if you lose, you must surely pay a corresponding price." Clearly, Ji Jiu'er did not intend to let go, clinging stubbornly to this question.

Even some overreaching Imperial Princes of Northern Qi, upon learning of Rong Jin's amnesia, deludedly sought to seize control of this border army.

The carriage over there showed no movement. Since that was the case, Ye Zhi Ning remained outwardly calm. Anyway, everyone would meet eventually; Ye Zhi Ning believed that time would come soon... and in fact, only a few minutes had passed.

Although it was presented as an introduction to everyone, Qiu Shui Jin's words were mainly directed at Su Sheng and the other two.

"You keep checking your phone, then checking your phone again; what are you busy with? Waiting for my brother's message?" Perhaps my fidgeting was too obvious; Xiao Cheng, sitting beside me, could no longer bear it and blurted out a complaint.

But things did not go as hoped. On Mu Fan's body, a formidable divine consciousness suddenly erupted, striking directly against his soul power.

Hatred born of love, and demons born of hatred; most things in the world are likely so. Watching Bai Lu mention Xiao Cheng, with his appearance nearly driven mad by unfulfilled desire, I helplessly shook my head.

Slowly closing my eyes, I had a long dream, dreaming of returning to the past, to the very day I first entered the night.

"Pi?" Ning Manxuan looked utterly confused, staring at the photo on her phone screen, her beautiful brows tightly furrowed.

Me?! Since the Crown Prince Tan arrived at the training ground, I have been hiding in a corner. When did he notice me, and why would he ask Wu Feng to demand me?

The swordsman Yi comforted me. He said Chen Heng is not attending court today, perhaps because Chen Ni's assassination attempt failed last night; fearing the matter would be exposed, he has gone into hiding.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Xuanwu!" Long Xingtian sat down at a nearby seat with a smile. Behind him stood a man with a stern face. Though merely accompanying him, he still drew attention; however, those present were too polite to ask him directly.

Because the director of the F City bureau, Qian Pan, had said he would investigate this matter, Qin Lang did not pursue it further.