Volume One, Chapter 36: The Borrower of the Blade Borrows Once More

Furthermore, there is only one composer at Dot Entertainment, but the problem is that, having earned the reputation of the King of Love Songs with thirty-two tracks, he has attracted a large number of celebrities. How could he possibly have the time to write a song for every single star?

Without any polite preamble, Yang Qian’er spoke candidly to Gao Zhexing, expressing precisely these thoughts.

An energy projectile hit Passerby Zi, transforming into a cage of energy that trapped him inside. Passerby Zi tried to resist, but the difference in strength was too great, and he was blasted into ashes by the energy.

There was nothing to be done; everyone was basically scattered, so the decision could only be conveyed through a video conference.

Yang Cong picked up the thread of conversation; he couldn’t bear to listen any longer—some people were simply begging for discipline.

“Princess Five, you aren’t planning to slip poison to our young master, are you…” Sheng Qi said, casting a worried glance at Lu Qian.

His gaze was locked tightly on the tennis ball, while his peripheral vision swept the court, instantly making his judgment.

The staff for today’s graduation party were still out dining together, so he had extra time to draft manuscripts. After today, things would get busy, and he might not be able to spare the time.

“There is an agreement among the Five Nations; you ninjas cannot harm our daimyo!” Xichuan Shuzo still refused to give up his struggle.

Zhou Cun’s recent actions were merely opportunistic; even without Wang Zhenzhen’s plea, he had already intended to let go.

That man, named Ye Kai Cheng, had become the boss. He claimed Ye Kai Cheng had instructed him to deliver breakfast, so he was likely one of Ye Kai Cheng’s subordinates. Xu Zuoyan accepted the items.

“It’s still early—shall we visit the Wuzong Society for a bit?” Xu Fan mused quietly to himself.

This gray substance was exceedingly strange—a wisp drifted away; who could know if it might gradually grow larger and stronger?

But as soon as she summoned her true energy, the Old Nun of Tianshan remembered her current predicament; how could she possibly teach Ye Feng a lesson?

However, when Zhao Yong noticed the contemptuous looks from everyone, he realized there were no scars on his back or abdomen.

Boom! A tremendous crash resounded as the ground collapsed. The crowd’s expressions turned astonished and incredulous.

Tang Ling let go, and only then did Lin Bei slowly bring his legs together—the sensation was so intense he wanted to punch someone.

Sun Sheng’s home was in Sun Family Hill, and their journey passed nearby, but Sun Sheng didn’t visit his family. He didn’t want them to know he had ended up like this all because of a moment of pride.

“Speaking of which, the last painting by Liu Tiandao—didn’t I hear it was in the hands of Master Gong You? Was it he who sent it?” asked Lady Chu, the old queen.

The Emperor was naturally fearless. As the First Emperor of Ages, how mighty was he—the power of the dragon veins had already begun to swirl chaotically in his palm.

If the Qin family still had elders, these ‘medicines’ might never be successfully brewed, and the elders would never let Qin Yilong risk drinking them. Of course, Qin Yilong’s entire life could have turned out vastly different.

Although Yang Liulang could easily obtain firearms now, he had never killed before. So witnessing the scene before him left him deeply shaken.

The member of the Xuan Yuan clan who launched the sudden attack retaliated by summoning another flying sword. He simply refused to believe he couldn’t get close to Ling Yun with his abilities.

Yue Yao shook her head. “I won’t interfere. Getting involved brings no gratitude, only complaints—why bother?” She had no wish to hear Ting Zheng say, once again, that everything was a misunderstanding. Now, by staying out of things, there would be no more misunderstandings.

Yunfan had absorbed such immense celestial energy—if he exploded, the destructive force would be unimaginable.

“So you’re offering me money?” Du Bai mused, glancing at Chen Li and then at Su Lan’er beside him.

He originally thought there were guest rooms upstairs, but unexpectedly it was just an empty hall. Such architecture must have cost a fortune. Across a semicircular table, Xiong Li sat leisurely with a wine glass, and the other glass was also filled with wine.

Leaving the council hall, which still brimmed with a gladiatorial atmosphere, Christine’s crimson lips curled into a bitter smile. She looked back at the hall, still charged with tension. Clearly, decisions should have been swift, yet the discussion dragged on all day. When had the council become so bureaucratic?

On Fengma Yiming’s neck, a bloodline appeared, deepening from faint to vivid—the knife wound was clean and decisive. Only the late Fengma Yiming could truly comprehend the power of that blow.

While Wu Daofu grew restless in the distant calm, Wu Jie and his companions were already closing in on their target.

Deng Siwei’s two musket companies did not need to be mixed with other units and had not lingered in Jintang County, so they reached Shunqing Prefecture ahead of schedule. Upon arrival, most of the day was wasted waiting for a boat; they only set sail last night.

“Father, eldest brother, sister.” Xiao Xichun had already led Madam Xiao and several stewards to greet them at the door.

Immediately, chaos broke out again. The thirty-seventh young master of the Xuan family appeared, stirring up the onlookers and inflaming their anger. As a result, his own resentment lessened considerably.