Chapter 55: Lip-syncing

"Peng Chen’s reputation has been slandered."

"Jiang, if you have even a shred of conscience, stop leeching off my idol!"

"You really have no shame; Peng Chen lost over ten pounds because of you, and you’re still sitting there looking smug?"

"Looking at the history of Rise’s drama, Peng Chen has always been the one taking the hit, haha."

"Chi Ye is the one lip-syncing!"

"What does that have to do with Yezi? You crazy fans, stop trying to associate yourselves with my brother!"

"Streamer, streamer, you..."

Huo Dongyuan did not have much research into ceramic antiques; he held the black pottery jar for a long time, unable to make heads or tails of it, and asked with a suspicious look on his face.

The mimic warrior was originally condensed from magic power, its body highly flexible and changeable, but at this moment it was like a solidified stone, slamming heavily into the ground and even making a loud thud.

They couldn't get in; those who could enter were all wealthy people and those playboys from the Sun clan.

No wonder Ma Jiancheng’s temperament had changed so much; in such an environment, anyone would be like this.

Mo Fan’s eyes turned cold. His spiritual power was now running low; although he could use his VIP privilege to recover it, he felt uneasy about fighting this old man.

Chen Feng sighed. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; how could such a huge pie fall from the sky?

The Empire will certainly bring Black Mages into the system to avoid uncontrollable situations. Therefore, all registered Black Mages must enter the academy or military system to be under direct control.

Yu Lianzhou’s eyes shone, a flash of anticipation appearing in them. He became increasingly confident and expectant regarding Xie Wuji’s future achievements in external martial arts.

"I don't think so. This is a probe for the Martian atmosphere and evolution. The Americans launched it a long time ago, and it is one of the probes the Americans still have operating normally today," said the person in charge of the space center.

Emperor Xian wanted to say more, but Dian Wei shouted, "Enough talk! What are you waiting for? Let me send you on your way!" After saying this, he took a flat wine flask from his bosom containing poisoned wine, grabbed Emperor Xian, and forced him to drink; Emperor Xian could not struggle free.

"Hmm, green light arrows would also shoot out from the thick fog. The light arrows came and went without a trace; that really gave me a hard time back then," Ye Zilu added.

While the man was smiling bitterly, he suddenly saw the glass marble that Liang Shuang was playing with. A strange look appeared in his eyes, and he hesitated for a moment but remained silent.

What made Beigong Lingyu even more anxious was that once this matter was reported to the media by someone with ulterior motives and fanned the flames, the reputation that Jinding had worked so hard to build would immediately vanish.

Gongsun Yu came to his senses, smiled self-deprecatingly, and felt a bit worried about his own greatly diminished composure.

The two couldn't help but find it funny that they had once been so reckless and impulsive to charge into such a great formation, and it was even more interesting that some mysterious force had actually let them leave the formation. Everything went so smoothly that the two couldn't help but wonder if someone had helped them in secret.

Qing Wei said annoyedly, "I also know it's under this city, but the problem is there are so many experts in this area, how do we get in?"

Even if they weren't accepted as a disciple by the Sword-Treading Shanzhuang, with their talent, which was second only to the existence of Zhao Guo, they might be recommended to enter the Sword-Treading Shanzhuang for further study in a year or two.

At the entrance of Fuhai No. 3 Middle School, Tang Jin got out of the car. It was already around 5 PM, and the sky was gradually darkening. A few rays of yellow light from the street lamps fell on both sides of the road. Tang Jin sighed and turned to walk into the school gate.

Today, Wang Rui was wearing a tight white T-shirt on her upper body and blue jeans on her lower body, looking full of youthful vigor. Tang Jin followed behind her, looking down at her rounded, beautiful buttocks wrapped in jeans, and combined with the special atmosphere of this street, he actually felt a strange impulse.

"Alright, you go change your clothes first. After you change, I will touch up your makeup," Brother Xing said to me after drying my hair.