Chapter 216: 210 Ruffling the Pond of Spring Water (5k)

Yu Xing is not a heartless man.

On the contrary, he sometimes thinks he's rather soft-hearted.

But… Baixiaosheng is a company without a heart; if it had one, its operating mechanism would be its heart.

Meeting Xu Zong today, her behavior was unexpected, making things somewhat difficult.

Yu Xing grew quiet, sitting at his seat and silently observing the industry summit.

Song Yufeng listened with great enthusiasm.

Because if anything happens—whether the wolf demon tries to flee or we do—we need the surrounding situation as context.

After strolling with Alva and Andrew, just as he was about to return, his phone rang; Li Shang was startled, but when he saw the caller ID, he suddenly understood and pressed answer.

Liu Yiqing poked her head out, eyeing Li Shang skeptically: "You're serious? ~" She turned to glance at the open doorway.

Chang Gexing gently placed his hand on her shoulder; the horrific wound sealed, regenerated, and shed its scab before returning to its original state—the soft, graceful curve a beauty should have.

"Let's eat Korean food too." When Ye Feiyang heard the server mention it, he remembered that spicy sensation and his mouth watered.

The sun blazed overhead; even with an umbrella, he couldn't escape its heat, leaving Ye Feiyang drenched in sweat.

Starting last year, villagers who donate blood receive 800 yuan from the village to buy their own nutritional supplements, supposedly to replenish their blood.

The speaker this time was no longer Shui Qingying, but a voice I knew well—Lao Lai! He had been missing for a long time; I never expected to meet him again in the Yin Realm.

The blood vines swirling through the air were sliced into segments and rained down under the fierce Gang qi and sword rays of Peach Blossom True Person and his two companions, as easily as cutting squid.

Though fewer people were present, the atmosphere was no less intense than in the morning; in fact, with the end drawing near and results about to be announced, the contestants were even more nervous than those in the morning.

Sword Hall Master He Weigui, seeing the situation turn dire, led over a hundred Diancang Sect disciples in a fierce assault on Jin Yi, the leader of Lingnan Sword Sect, hoping to capture him before the rebel martial artists could counterattack. But Jin Yi grew fiercer with each strike, his long sword moving flawlessly, leaving Diancang disciples unable to close in.

Scorching flames instantly consumed Qin Mu's clothing; he was flung backward, landing with a grave expression.

Even Yu Fengyin and the others beside Yue Chengfeng were startled by Yue Chengfeng's action.

Why not fly? It's strange—this towering mountain seemed saturated with a special field, forbidding flight, forcing all cultivators, regardless of realm, to climb step by step on foot.

The super-league, once a symbol of supreme glory in their hearts, disintegrated instantly in these two men's hands! The mighty Greneum and Valensia Empires were also completely annihilated by them.

Zhu Yunping's hair was tied up, but the streaks of gray were so thick they couldn't even cover his scalp.

Yang Feng couldn't see the antelope's exact condition, but from its sudden stillness and agitated movements, he knew the antelope had spotted them.

"Wow!" Upon hearing the announced news, every reporter present drew a sharp breath.

The battle flared again; the clash of blades rang in their ears, the clang of armor under attack continued without pause, but it lasted only a moment—soon the two combatants separated again, one stumbling backward: it was No. 10.

The bald man rubbed his head, puzzled, looked at the rock lying at his feet, then followed its trajectory upward.