Chapter 60: Chi Ye Studio Established

Chi Ye was, after all, still given a harsh "training."

It just so happened that he also needed to adapt to his "new strength"; having talent meant he had to practice more and make progress!

The Old Buddha was truly too easy to coax; no matter how much she listened, she never grew tired of it. Chi Ye felt he was getting tired of singing, but she listened with exceptional joy.

Seeing her so happy, Chi Ye’s initial sense of slackness vanished, and he just wanted to keep singing.

But the Old Buddha remembered something and reached out a small hand to stop him: "That is enough, Chi..."

"Yes, Master." The Master had always been one to keep herself clean and self-respecting, so why did she think of going to a brothel this time? Though he felt puzzled in his heart, he dared not ask, and hurriedly left respectfully to make arrangements.

Lan'er, who had been silent on the side, saw that even the originally overbearing Yi'er had softened her stance, and immediately knelt down in terror. Although she did not speak, her trembling body exposed the uneasy emotions in her heart.

"Picking bamboo cores to brew soup is just an excuse; that I miss the time spent picking and preparing bamboo core tea with my mother in my youth is the truth." Qingshuang pursed her lips and smiled, letting Bi'er gently support her arm as she strode toward the bamboo forest.

Luo Sen frowned and quickly finished the fruit in his hand. Just as he was about to go upstairs to cultivate, his expression shifted slightly; within his dark exploration covering a hundred-meter radius, a curvaceous figure was slowly pushing a wheelchair toward him.

Hearing the word "weakness," everyone in the Straw Hat crew widened their eyes, and no one interrupted again.

"Look at this appearance; no wonder all the men in the world are moved by you," Qingyi did not answer her question, but reached out to stroke Qidie's cheek. Qidie dodged, but the space was so small and she was restrained, so where could she dodge to?

"What exactly are you trying to do?" The nanny stared blankly at the crape myrtle flower in Qingshuang's hand, and seeing her calm expression, she found herself at a loss for what to do.

"There is no luster of gold on this?" Takeda Harunobu asked, disappointed, after taking a piece from the rock.

At this speed, could it be that he swallowed it directly without chewing? His stomach must be made of iron; he just shouldn't be like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, gulping it down without knowing what it tasted like.

Xiao Junfeng looked at that long, lingering figure and sneered in his heart. It seemed that their conquest of Laian by the Xiongya Kingdom was just around the corner, but the most important thing right now was to save Leng Ningxiang's life. After bidding farewell to Jun Moxi, he returned to his original appearance and slipped into the night.

They separated like lightning, and Anton Arcane landed on the ground, squatting like a skinned frog, as if sitting on his throne of rotten black.

He knew he did not have much time left; the Star Nursery needed a stellar successor to provide the necessary energy, temperature, and light, and it had to be a very special star.

However, as for who exactly planted the demonic seed in her body, she still had no clear conclusion to this day.

A red-named yellow ox appeared on the resurrection array and began to slaughter everyone as soon as it lifted its hooves. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy losses.

After he was ambushed last time, he thought he had only suffered some external and internal injuries; he never expected that, after a few days, he would discover he had also been poisoned.

Wei Qianlang curled his lips, his eyes shining as if filled with starlight. He remained motionless, watching the smiling Zhao Sichen, completely unaware that his two cousins had secretly exchanged glances.

Then, Deadshot watched helplessly as the three rocket shells he had just fired were caught by Bane with his bare hands in succession, and then thrown back with a motion like an ancient Greek demigod throwing a javelin.

Zhao Sichen stood where she was, looking at the crowd with poise and grace, yet her body seemed so light that it might drift away with the blowing wind.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, an octopus turned into the Sea King, bubbling incessantly underwater.