Chapter 870

To Aiweier, Zhou Yi’s actions regarding concert tours were utterly unique in the music industry.

Taking herself as an example, she held seventy consecutive shows from December 5, 2002, to June 4, 2003, under the name “Try to Shut Me Up Tour”;

Then, from March 4 to April 16, 2004, she performed another twenty-six shows titled “Li

“How dare you insult me?” Guang Ziwen glared at him, exhaling fragrant clouds from her mouth as she shifted from defense to offense, pressing down on Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun, who could also manifest as an ethereal form, could stand invincible—but their flame and incense ethereal forms clashed endlessly, and his lightning energy still could not reach the level of ethereal manifestation.

During the sprint, at least three Tyrant Flowers appeared; when their pollen scattered, over two thousand Man-Eating Flowers emerged between the two groups. Aqi was immediately swallowed by them, and even with the Boundary Shield protecting her, she was bitten by at least forty to fifty Man-Eating Flowers.

“Hahaha…” After speaking, he did not wait for Qinglong to reply but suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone behind him joined in with loud laughter.

The direct effect was a storm of curses: their families scraped by on just two or three taels of silver per year—how could County Magistrate Bai accumulate so much wealth in less than three years? Shouts of rage filled the air; if you collected all the spittle hurled at Bai Zhiguang, it would be enough to drown Wuyun County in a rain of saliva.

“I’ll take a look!” A disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect stepped forward, followed by the other disciples beside him.

He swung his sword toward the sky, and the vast lava radiating from it engulfed all the black angels above.

“Are you from Suzhou?” Several officials stirred inwardly, already suspecting what he was about to say.

“So what if he has a bad temper? He’s merely at the sixth layer of Yao Guang—how would he normally have the privilege to stand this close to a Yu Heng expert? Staying this long is actually his fortune.” The brocade-robed elder snorted coldly.

“Oh no, no, I’ll go back to the Chu residence first to send word!” The middle-aged steward Li Bang wiped sweat as he hurried back toward the Chu residence.

Whenever she thought she understood Qi Hao well, he would change again, as if he suddenly became someone else—his body seemed to hide a treasure chest full of secrets, and no one knew who he truly was until the very end.

When a loud crash echoed, Gui Er clutched his face and collapsed straight down, leaving everyone stunned.

For a game company, creating one hit game might involve luck—but only by consistently producing high-quality titles can it establish its status in the gaming industry.

Tang Saier returned from the front line to Tanglin City upon receiving the telegram; for her, her primary goal was to receive the thirty thousand rapid-fire rifles and two million bullets—collecting her grandson was merely incidental.

One of the pimps, when killed, granted over two hundred merit points; it seemed this pimp had forced many virtuous women into prostitution and committed other heinous acts, hence the high merit reward.

“You insult Qingyun Sect?” Qin Fengxi frowned slightly; she believed this was plausible—Chen Taixuan was inherently a villain, and verbally attacking orthodox sects was normal for him. But Chen Taixuan rarely did such things; when he provoked her before, he had never once mentioned Qingyun Sect.

Modern esports tournaments differ from the old third-party organized format; the control of today’s major esports events lies almost entirely in the hands of the game developers. They simultaneously oversee the establishment, operation, and promotion of the entire tournament system.

That way, I won’t have anything to do—just report in at the police station once a week.

These shows used local dialects and featured down-to-earth, everyday local news: a store slashing prices on appliances, fertilizer dropping in cost, a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fighting.