Chapter 142 Symposium for Young Writers

"Haha... Kekexin, you truly are a brave soul! How dare you steal a bite of Tingting's boyfriend!" Jiang Yuqi laughed and shouted.

Facing an approaching cultivator at the Ninthfold Realm, Zhang Chen flicked his longsword, and a stream of blood instantly burst from the man's chest before he slowly collapsed to the ground.

The fire consuming the grain supplies grew increasingly fierce, illuminating the dark night as if it were midday, while the black-armored troops swallowed the Ming forces bit by bit like a tide of darkness.

"I wonder if you did that intentionally or by accident." He harbored some suspicion that Qin Youyou's earrings were at fault.

"I'm not blind! Tell me, what's going on? What happened? Can't even Godfather handle this?" Tang Yihuan asked.

Seeing Zhang Chuntao drop the subject, He Yan did not look displeased; he understood the situation in his heart and simply stopped mentioning it.

Wang Bo looked at Tang Yihuan. Although the two had no prior interaction or deep-seated hatred, Wang Bo found Tang Yihuan rather agreeable, though it was a pity he could not employ him for his own use. "What... brought you to the Logistics City?" Wang Bo asked.

Amidst the intertwining of lips and tongues, their chests gradually grew warm and hot. Time seemed to stand still, and the sudden, inexplicable unease and restlessness leaked out through the silver saliva drawn between their corners of the mouth. The sound of breathing in each other's ears grew heavier and heavier.

Whether Gu Zicheng's mood was pleasant when he left was something only he, the person involved, was entirely clueless about. The elderly couple, afraid their son would get lost and hurriedly following behind, saw it all crystal clear.

"..." Tang Yihuan said, "Mengmeng, I need to take this gold with me. It's enough to buy an airplane. If Shuanglong City cannot be held, we can directly fly away in an airplane. Without an airplane, cars are completely useless!"

This unbreakable, boundless cage of a world now appeared fragmented, ravaged, and riddled with countless holes.

"He can barely be considered a member of the Nangong family now. Look after him," Nangong Dieyu instructed.

The Alien Mulan wanted to fire another beam of light, but before it could be released, Bemular and Pandon appeared before him. Bemular and Pandon struck the top of the Alien Mulan's head with a heavy blow, shattering the fully gathered light instantly and causing it to dissolve into faint wisps of starlight in the air.

"We all know that Deputy Regional Commander Shi was once your superior, so we thought it might be more appropriate for you to be the one to make this recommendation," Xing Jie explained.

"Hmph, that so-called Miss Jiang is still living quite comfortably, isn't she? If you're afraid I'll implicate you, just say so directly; why bother looking for excuses!" Liao Qing'er said with deep displeasure.

"Hello! I am Park Yijing!" He wore a deeply captivating smile, yet deep within his eyes, there was not the slightest trace of warmth.

Originally, Duan Qingtian believed these "charges" would be enough to provoke the Emperor's thunderous wrath, but to his utter disappointment, Zhao Tianyu showed no reaction whatsoever.

"Ran'er, what would you have me do with you?" Xuanyuan Che gazed at Murong Qingran with eyes full of deep affection.

Unable to dodge in time, the dark hurricane slashed across his body as a short axe struck him, sending out a dazzling cascade of sparks and forcing him to stumble back two steps.

Mo Song knew very well that Ye Haojun's strength was far from formidable. After all, when facing the puppet in combat, Ye Haojun had only withstood a few strikes before being defeated; it was utterly impossible for him to contend with a Soul-Nurturing martial artist akin to a monkey.

However, the bidding prices at such an auction would be much lower than those at a formal auction. Take this night-pearl, for instance; if it were auctioned at a regular auction house, the starting bid would be at least three million, and the final closing price might even exceed ten million.

To put it simply, Xie Feifei's trip to Donghai City to hold a concert was entirely for the sake of seeing Li Qingfeng. She did not lack money; if she had not known that Li Qingfeng was in Donghai City, she would never have come to hold a concert there.

Let alone being a prince, even if the Prince of Pingnan himself were here, Mo Fan would not fear him in the slightest.

"While the night-pearls in mythology may be unreliable, night-pearls certainly existed in history," Qin Fan patiently explained to Wang Mengqi.

As a student here, Tang Ning was naturally aware of the heroic deeds of Big Bear, and she tried to persuade Chen Feng with a hint of worry.

The reason it was called prosperous was because there were people in this ancient city! And a great many of them! There were roughly thousands of houses, numerous multi-story buildings, and dozens of streets. On the streets, countless people in diverse attire were joyfully celebrating some grand festival.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Zhang Le's head was fuming with anger, his bloodshot eyes glaring as he rushed forward to fight Qin Fan to the death. A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated—this was simply going too far!

Indeed, he had no particular fondness for array masters, but Luan Yinyang had willingly sacrificed himself for revenge, and that depth of emotion had touched him.

For this enemy's desperate, life-or-taking attack, Ista naturally felt a sense of respect. However, since this fellow wanted to kill him and take his life, it did not leave him in a very agreeable mood.

Those in the audience who supported Lin Zhen could no longer bear to watch; one by one, they closed their eyes as tears fell from them.

He was a man who deeply valued relationships. In Duan Xu's view, even if he and Wang Xin ultimately could not be together, he still did not want to lose such a friend.

Yang Guo, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang departed in great haste, as though they did not wish to stay here for even a single second, leaving without even bidding farewell to Wei Ziqing.

Yet just as he flew toward the south, an angel with six wings on its back hovered suspended in the air.

Even so, within this internet world devoid of real-name registration, dissenting voices still existed.

A earth-shattering roar erupted from the epicenter where countless attacks converged. Five terrifying spiritual pressure dragons, formed from massive spiritual pressure, coiled and twisted as they swept majestically in all directions.

In an instant, seven martial artists at the Second-Rate Martial Realm were slain. Such a sight was overwhelmingly shocking, causing everyone present to widen their eyes in disbelief.

That aura carried an inherent tyrannical quality; only a born conqueror could manifest such presence, and Aolong simultaneously forced his divine sense deep into Xingtian's body just as that aura emerged.

This was blatant plunder, and anyone understood the principle of the lips withering and the teeth catching cold; the other powerful families could never simply sit by and watch.

Then Second Fate pinched the purple-robed man's neck and threatened, "Take me to your people."

Having spoken, he closed his eyes and sent his divine sense spreading in all directions. Instantly, his divine sense covered an area of eight hundred miles around Gao Laozhuang. Within this range, not even an ant in its burrow could escape his sight.