Chapter 879

In the first ten years of the internet, if one had to choose a winner from China's online video arena, there was no doubt it would be Youku, founded by Gu Yongqiang.

Even in the mobile internet era, this arena struggled to find a stable way to replicate hits and maintain profitability.

But it cannot be denied that Youku's early promise painted an immensely attractive future for all industry participants; coupled with its founder Gu Yongqiang's status as former Sohu president, his connections and investments were formidable.

How did Feicui end up beside Big Sister? Wen Yuzhi's thoughts churned—this was surely no simple shadow puppet show.

As the ninth son of Panlong King, though his talent and foundation were unremarkable and he received little attention, wealth and luxury were never lacking.

Huoli shook her head, then smiled and stared blankly ahead, her heart remaining unsettled; after a sigh, she resumed her cultivation.

Kou Yaotou, on her first outing, vanished without a trace—this was a grave breach of etiquette. She had intended to properly introduce Kou Yaotou to everyone, but Kou Yaotou ignored her coldly, truly inferior to her own lively, showy younger sister.

Wen Yushang suddenly touched her face, remembering how the matriarch had repeatedly warned her never to let ordinary mortals see the true face of a Wen family daughter—but in her rage at Wen Yukou, she had leapt from the carriage without thought, and the pilgrims surrounding her had already seen her face.

"What are you muttering about? What bitterness? Without you, how could this sea of suffering be so vast?" Ziyou raised her black sword and stabbed straight at Qinglingzi.

A howling sonic boom rang above Zhou Tian and the others; in the blink of an eye, a dark cloud enveloped them, and an aura as fierce as the previous black tiger instantly locked onto them all.

"Where are all the big shots of the Rebellious Dynasty Guild hiding? Look, brothers—this is what a true big shot looks like: playing hide-and-seek in the grass." Just as he was enjoying the desert brawl, this jarring voice shattered the peace.

Though he sensed no danger from Mu Yi, a faint unease stirred deep within him—he could not tell where it came from.

"Meng'er, can you call me 'husband' one more time? Sometimes I truly miss when we were in our fief." Lan Shen leaned back in his chair, eyes tiredly closed.

Perfect—absolutely perfect, not just slightly perfect, but exceedingly perfect, truly made for each other.

A true man does not shed tears easily, but now this aged hero could no longer hold back—he broke down and wept uncontrollably.

The captain said: "Xixi; the sound came from that hill—I'll climb up and check."

He surveyed the surroundings and had to admit: the enemy's strength was far stronger than he'd imagined. Even if they broke through now, by the time they reached the eastern city gate, the Blood Wolf Cavalry would be annihilated.

"Third brother has the right idea—fine, we'll do it your way." Du Fu didn't suspect a thing; he quickly thanked him and rushed toward the inner hall—anything that could minimize his losses and preserve his dignity was a miracle cure.

After losing its puppet's restraint, the Ghost Vine Yin Flower went berserk and swallowed one Luo family disciple whole; the other two disciples met the same fate, one after another.

"Vast Starry Sky! Starry Night Fist!" A massive aura coalesced into a punch of unmatched might, striking toward Lin Feng.

"Laozu, I know I'm wrong—give me one chance." Li Yuan spoke softly, seeing Li Minggang wasn't angry.

Zhao Xiaowei was intensely curious, but she wouldn't ask outright; instead, she leaned close to Gu Qiuyue's ear and whispered: "Is he really just an ordinary bodyguard?"