Chapter 881

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

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

Yet undeniably, Youku’s early promise painted an immensely attractive future for all industry participants; coupled with its founder Gu Yongqiang’s background as former Sohu president, his connections and investments were formidable.

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

As the ninth son of Panlong King, though his innate talent and root constitution were unremarkable and he received little attention, he never lacked wealth or luxury.

Huoli shook her head, then smiled blankly at what lay ahead, her inner mind never settling; after a sigh, she resumed her cultivation.

Kou Yaotou’s first outing ended with her vanishing—this was a grave breach of propriety. She had intended to properly introduce Kou Yaotou to everyone, yet Kou Yaotou ignored her coldly, truly no match for her own lively, showy younger sister.

Wen Yushang suddenly touched her face, remembering the old matriarch’s repeated warnings: never let ordinary mortals see the true face of a Wen family daughter—but in her rage after being provoked by Wen Yukou, she had leapt from the carriage without thought, and the pilgrims surrounding her had already seen her features.

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

A sonic boom of wind tore over Zhou Tian and the others’ heads; in the blink of an eye, a dark cloud engulfed them, and an aura as fierce as the previous black tiger instantly locked onto all of them.

“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’d been enjoying the desert brawl, this jarring voice shattered the peace.

Though it sensed no dangerous aura from Mu Yi, a faint unease stirred deep within it, though it could not tell where this unease came from.

“Meng’er, can you call me ‘husband’ one more time? Sometimes I truly miss our days back on our fief.” Lan Shenmeng leaned back in his chair, eyes tiredly closed.

Perfect—absolutely perfect, not just slightly perfect, but extraordinarily perfect, truly a match made in heaven.

A true man does not shed tears easily, yet at this moment, the 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 really knows how to handle things—fine, we’ll do it your way.” Du Fu didn’t suspect a thing, quickly thanked him, and rushed toward the inner chamber—anything that could minimize his losses and save face 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, hurtling toward Lin Feng.

“Ancestor, I know I’m wrong—give me one chance.” Li Yuan spoke softly, seeing Li Minggang wasn’t angry.

Zhao Xiaowei was dying to know, but she wouldn’t ask outright; instead, she leaned close to Gu Qiuyue’s ear and whispered: “Is he really just an ordinary bodyguard?”