Chapter 879: I

If time could flow backward, Deng Shiying now only wanted to go back two weeks—to give that self who had begged her agent for tickets to this year’s Golden Horse Awards a thumbs-up!

Her agent originally didn’t plan to let her come; after all, Zhou Yi was the boss—when couldn’t she watch? Better to train hard instead.

Now, Deng Shiying was immensely grateful—she felt she was truly a chosen one!

The greatest genius among geniuses!!!

“Aaah

At least a 6-4 split—Lin Chongtian didn’t give an immediate answer, saying he needed time to think it over.

As for the others in the inn, they had fled instantly to the edges the moment the great figure moved, avoiding the attack entirely.

Between Leiqin State and Guangwei State lay a great river; crossing to the western bank and entering the Xiao Mountains meant entering Leiqin State’s territory.

“What happened? You didn’t hit him?” Qin Tian asked, having felt just now that Du Haibao’s move was dangerously reckless.

Bai Yutang shook his head with a smile: “Of course not from the former king—I’ve never even met him, so how could I have received his gift? But…” Bai Yutang glanced at Wang Ben’s bodyguards and left it unsaid.

Li Qianluo’s voice flashed through her mind; Chu Jin glared fiercely at Yu Lan, facing her down, feeling as if her heart would vomit blood.

Coming to B City under the guise of this project but doing nothing—just thinking about it made her feel incredibly satisfied.

Kui Yi gently pushed open the door and walked straight in, sitting on a chair; from here, he could see everything below—the auction stage and the Grand Hall—but no one there could see him.

“Jingjing, there are plenty of fish in the sea; without Fu Chenxuan, we still have others.” Simple words, though he knew they rang hollow.

Since he’d run into his younger brother, Gu Boxuan wasn’t in a hurry to enter; he cast him a glance.

He knew his Wolf Heaven Mercenary Team’s mission had failed; he hadn’t expected Tang Yi to possess such terrifying flame techniques.

Though they hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, they knew Murong Banruo must have used some secret technique to cause such a transformation of heaven and earth.

With his spiritual sense scanning and the Qilin Eye active, Chu Yan could clearly see that the cultivation method practiced over these two days was an extremely unique Yin-Yang cultivation path.

As he spoke, the flashlight beams from A Diseng’s team gradually dimmed, for these flashlights had limited battery life; Hubert even called them “brief lights.”

Yuan Zhan burst in from the side; Sima Zhao naturally took the cue and, before Xie An could react, settled the matter outright—though he still instructed Xie An and Wei Jie to provide Yuan Zhan with necessary assistance.

Wei Jie’s words echoed again, but this time he thought of Yan Mengmeng, recalling every moment of their meeting, understanding, and togetherness; unable to hold back his emotion, his tone carried unmistakable sorrow—what would ultimately become of him and Yan Mengmeng?

The celestial energy here was so dense it rivaled that of Duan Tian Cliff, offering immense benefits for cultivation advancement.

Finally, a Free Team player heard the singing here and pointed over, giving a thumbs-up; after hearing what was being sung, the two Lian Team players raised their middle fingers.

I hissed, involuntarily drawing in a sharp breath—what a strange thing, why write a letter when you can just talk face-to-face upstairs and downstairs?

Li Longji not only stationed watchers outside the mansion but had gradually planted spies within the Prince’s household; worse still, citing rampant rebel forces and An Lushan’s deep enmity with Li Mao, Li Longji pulled a hundred-man detachment from the Left Dragon Martial Guard and stationed them in the mansion for round-the-clock surveillance.

In this world, wherever there is brilliance and splendor, there must also exist a dark, unseen opposite.