Volume 1, Chapter 41: Pampering Beibei Most of All

Hua Jiujia whispered, "The person on the other side looks too much like her; I’m afraid I don't have much of a chance of winning..."

Fugitive Beggar: [What are you afraid of? We have the mysterious big boss on our side, we’ll definitely win! Besides, your imitation of Hua Jiunong’s suggestive dance—I dare say you’re the best at it on the entire internet!]

[Exactly! If you don't fight for it, how do you know you can't win? What if the big boss on the other side just happens to be into your style?]

[Just because she looks like her doesn't mean she’s more talented than you. If you dance, you can definitely crush her!]

Encouraged by the fans, Hua Jiujia’s confidence returned. She whispered to her fans, "Then what should the punishment be?"

Fugitive Beggar: [Punish her so she can never imitate Hua Jiunong again...]

Yu Wansheng, holding a prestigious status in Ningzhou, became the center of attention the moment he arrived, immediately surrounded by the crowd.

Shen You'en’s mind flashed to Jiang Fuyan—Jiang Fuyan, whose voice was identical to Jiang Xu’s—but the thought was truly preposterous.

The sect had a rule: anyone who discovered a genius gifted in both cultivation and music would be credited with a great achievement, which could be used to claim a reward or offset a past transgression.

In fact, some world music histories compiled by Western scholars have arrogantly lumped South Asian music under the umbrella of Indian music, or mentioned only Indian music when discussing the region, attempting to equate the two.

For the past few days, she had been receiving letters from Qingyun Stronghold one after another, all encrypted and delivered directly to her hands by Wei Changying.

"Let this end here. You are not allowed to harm my friends," Li Lanxi said coldly over the phone.

What he told the people of Great Yan was different from what the Emperor had said back then, because he had fought on the battlefield alongside the people of the General’s Mansion; he knew how righteous they were and how deeply they loved Great Yan.

Top Hollywood directors like Clement generally had their own distinct directing habits and styles.

Yu Tianlei nodded slightly, savoring the feeling of being worshipped by the crowd. Given his family’s status in Ningzhou, this was only natural.

"Go to Heping Road," Yang Zaiyi muttered to the driver, gazing out at the street with a thoughtful expression.

But there was a problem: how to activate the Demon God seed within him? How to further awaken his fated bloodline? This had been a headache for Ding Yu, a bottleneck preventing him from reaching the next level.

Xu Xiang hesitated for a moment before using the skill. It wasn't so much that the situation was urgent, but rather that the allure of Sarstein magic was too great, and if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when the next one would come. Even a small increase in the success rate was worth it.

"I don't know. I called them earlier and told them to wait for me near the traffic lights at the entrance to the town. Let's head over," Chen Tianyun said nonchalantly, though only he knew he was desperately searching for any chance to be alone with her.

More importantly, the two of us are now essentially as one, so there is no harm in telling him.

Ye Chenxuan’s fingers trembled slightly when he noticed the look in her eyes, but he didn't delve deeper. He simply took the white gauze and began to wrap her hand.

It was nearly midnight when she returned to the manor. Su Jinyu was so exhausted she skipped washing up and threw herself onto the bed. She thought she would fall asleep immediately, but once she lay down, her sleepiness vanished. She stared blankly at the empty ceiling, lost in quiet thought.

I naturally found it hard to refuse. Since Tang Guo was there, Elder Xu smiled and looked at her: "Tang Guo, why don't you come along too?" It seemed Elder Xu was quite fond of her.

The fully liberated Elegy of the Soul was already on par with the current Balladion in terms of base attributes, and with the aid and enhancement of its skills, it was perhaps even superior. The effects of increasing skill success rates and reducing cooldowns were something every player dreamed of, especially the high-end ones.

"It's nothing, really. I’m not missing any arms or legs, so don't worry. I’m just going upstairs to wash up," Gu Xin said dismissively.

This scene once again convinced Xiao Yumiao that ninety-nine percent of the men in the world were as black as crows.

Di Tianli was not only a master of magic, chess, cooking, and the tea ceremony, but he was also highly proficient in music.

"They don't dare to complain about my moody dominance," Li Ming said hurriedly. "Mr. Ma, I'm sorry, please don't be angry."

Screams, surprises, and joy—these shifts in emotion were all displayed on the disciples' faces in an instant.

There was an icy blue bead on the wedding dress that radiated a chilling cold; it seemed that the blast of cold air she had felt upon opening the door had come from it.

As she was halfway down the stairs, she suddenly stopped, narrowing her eyes until they were mere slits.

While desperately maintaining a state of suspended animation, trying not to reveal a single trace of her aura, she channeled her internal energy, gathering all of it into her palms.

As if the heavens were deliberately contradicting the third brother's words, a dark green bird egg fell from above at that very moment, landing with a "splat" right on his foot, instantly covering it in yellow and white liquid.

However, this was for the best; the torture of the past few months had not filled her heart with resentment, allowing her pure smile to remain.

Just as the team member shouted, Chen Ziyang felt a cold breeze on his neck. Just as Yang Lei had said, it felt like an eerie, ghostly wind, and he began to feel nervous as well.

With a flick of his finger, a crimson flying sword pierced through the ugly old man’s forehead like lightning, vanishing inside.

Why would the deceased climb up to this newly topped-out construction building in the middle of the night? What method did the killer use to bring or lure the victim up there?

Seeing Liu Xie, Pan Jinlian was somewhat surprised. She felt he was different from the frivolous young masters she had met before.

"Hmph, we thought we had become powerful and could deal with you if we joined forces, but we didn't expect you to be such a freak, a total monster," Cheng Daqian could only say after being arrested.

Seeing his longsword blown away, Huo Yuan’s face darkened, and he let out a roar that echoed through the air.

"Youyou, Mommy doesn't blame you. Your father and I failed in our responsibilities as parents and didn't take good care of you, which led to this. If there is anyone to blame, it is me." Mother Yu wiped away her tears as she spoke.