Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Fall of Xiao Ling

At the same time, the top craftsmen of the Xiyao tribe, led by Sean, were inspired by the production of short guns and began to apply gears and axles throughout the tribe.

Gu Yihan held the phone close to Xia Liu's ear, allowing her to hear clearly what Bai Wei was saying on the other end.

Wang Ping'an was focused on checking Bai Li's foot and didn't notice her movements. When he looked up, a pair of large breasts flashed right in front of him.

"Uh, this..." Ye Xinsuo awkwardly raised her hand to scratch her head, momentarily at a loss for how to answer.

Liu Zixiang, the man in the suit, greeted them warmly. He knew that Lin Lifang had business with the boss and might eventually become the boss's wife, so he kept fawning over her.

The production team opened a voting window for fans to vote for each trainee. The fans' votes were linked to the trainees' points, making them extremely important for securing resources.

There was a clear gap in national popularity between the two. Cai Sutian relied solely on his fan base, whereas Han Shi was known even to older people and those who did not follow celebrities or participate in fan circles.

After this battle, even if Kim Urso and his companion relied on the divine kin of the Divine Realm to reconstitute their divine bodies, the massive losses would be enough to keep them silent for a long time.

Gao Zhe was stunned the moment he saw Han Shi dance. He wanted to laugh at Han Shi's clumsy movements, but then remembered that he had volunteered to teach him, leaving him feeling both amused and miserable.

With a crash, the stall in the corner of the inn selling rouge and powder was smashed to pieces.

But this person would never do that; instead, he had a thousand ways to make you suffer until you were miserable, crying out and begging for mercy.

So, how much courage could he possibly have, knowing what the General's Mansion had done over the years, to not hurry over and beg for forgiveness?

This scene of mutual affection was seen by An Xiyue, who could not help but find it intriguing.

But once he finished speaking, he realized his courage was spent. He could only stare at Yu Jin's face, incredibly nervous, even with a hint of unease and pleading.

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Fine, that Mr. Che was powerful and mysterious himself. They only knew he came from outside some great family; they knew nothing else. It was truly a pity that he had fallen here.

"Who drew this for you? Why did you make me look so ugly?" Yun Haotian asked again, looking at the portrait in his hand.

He was wearing a white casual suit today; such a flashy color was rarely seen on him.

Every three years, a top scholar appears, which means every three years, a princess is married off. In the current imperial family, there are not many princesses, and only a few are of marriageable age.

Feng Nishang was originally too lazy to chat with this man, but since the words were already out and she received no response, she felt uncomfortable.

To everyone's great surprise, Chu Tiankuo spat at her upon hearing this and turned his head away, refusing to look at her.

In other words, she hadn't done anything to wrong him yet; at most, one could only say she had "ulterior motives." So... so what?

She thought of her cheap master who had never stopped ordering her around. Even when she passed the Fengming Stream to her, she kept the Twelve Guardians as a hidden card, leaving behind a clever riddle while disappearing completely. Tang Miao spoke of her without blushing or skipping a beat, intending to cast every bit of filth she could think of onto her cheap master.

Xi Bai looked steadily at the man half-squatting on the ground, her dense, curled eyelashes trembling slightly. Perhaps in that instant, listening to the man's long-standing words, she was moved.

There was the time at the hospital when Chen Daowei lent me his umbrella, and the time I was stabbed in the neck at Chen Daowei's house and he sent me to the hospital, and all sorts of other things.

Shen Mobei, as if addicted, kept putting food into her bowl. Whatever he gave her, she ate, never refusing.

As she spoke, Qu Xiaoxiao pulled open the car door. Shu Baobei climbed in, and she followed, starting the car and driving away.

She looked at Ji Ruoli and smiled at him, thinking that her Ah Li was so handsome, especially today dressed so formally, looking exceptionally dashing and pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at him.

My feet still hurt when I stepped on the ground, so Yu Minghui supported me all the way to the beach.

*

I stopped mentioning Jiang Yiran. In the end, Luo Xun and I had completely broken off because of him.

Almost every young nobleman had been tricked by her and suffered at her hands. Even the good-natured Shou Qi had been pranked by her. Later, for some reason, she stopped picking on Shou Qi and focused on finding fault with others.

"Hehe, let's die together!" Ma Shuyao was nearly insane. The headlights shone on her face, and that frantic smile looked truly terrifying.

Now, the most miserable were the chief and the elder priest of the Xueli tribe. On one hand, they did not want anything to happen to Xia Zixuan, as he had been a benefactor to their tribe. On the other hand, they dared not offend the Xueling tribe, or they would face the destruction of their clan.

In fact, although destiny is powerful, it is not infinite. Other forces would never waste destiny casually to empower someone, but the Infinite Divine Dynasty did not care; their destiny was too vast and too strong.

Ye Bai's premonition and guess were too accurate. Just as he had finished changing his clothes and handing over his shift, and was about to take the car for maintenance, the workshop director walked over and told him to go to the office, saying the section chief wanted to see him.

Laughter is naturally the best expression of joy among the seven emotions, but he found he could hardly laugh at all, even when he was genuinely happy at times.

It was just that whether it was the Five Elements or other conditions, fundamentally, it was the hint given by this statue, or perhaps it was a deception deliberately left on the surface.

There were many who had never seen Yang Qi laugh once in their lives, because Yang Qi was almost a man who could not laugh. But now, he laughed, and he laughed very happily.

The Heavenly Dao army seemed tireless, attacking continuously. Sure enough, bad news arrived: the martial arts sects had been breached, and the Heavenly Dao army began to enter the mainland territory of China, heading straight for Yanjing. The Heavenly Dao army led by Jiang Xing, knowing that the martial arts sects had been broken through, had their morale boosted, and the offensive became even more fierce.

"Oh, I couldn't tell. So this is the kind of promiscuous slut I am in your eyes," Meng Ling said, her eyes filled with disdain.

In just half a day, these twelve people had grasped the formation of this coordination to a large extent. The next step was how to hone it and how to become proficient.