Volume 1, Chapter 114: A Lian's Behind-the-Scenes Sinister Schemes, A Heated Controversy Triggered by a Hot Search!!

After Divorce, a Song Becomes a Sensation Yang Sanjin 2199 words 2026-04-01 07:15:44

“Since Master Su has spoken, I won't insist any further!”
“I am older than you; calling you ‘little brother’ isn't too much, is it?” Master Lu asked tentatively.
“Of course not!”
“But, Brother Lu, about the piano agency under your name…”
“You promised just now, remember!” Su Le smiled, rubbing his nose.
“Huh?”
“So that's what this is about. But, Little Brother Su, with your skill, you could easily establish your own brand!”
“Don't misunderstand me; as for the agency, you needn't worry. If you wish, I will grant you unconditional authorization!”
“It just feels a bit like showing off before the master,” Master Lu hesitated…
Ah, what a coincidence, the girl he fancied was also the one I was interested in. Now is the time to win hearts, and as the main force, I must take the lead.
Thus, he could only instruct the train crew to hide temporarily inside the mountain tunnel near the Imjin River plains, waiting for darkness to see if there was a way to break through. Perhaps Song Tianming’s maneuver had worn out their patience, or perhaps the US military had always intended to trap the batch of supplies meant for the Volunteer Army.
On the princess's wedding day, she slit her wrist in the bridal sedan chair, and this earth-shattering news shocked all of Great Yan.
The players left the field for a brief rest, while the fans in the stands began discussing, with Chen Feng at the center of their conversation.
Wei Renwu decided to ignore Yue Ming for now and first examine the body. At that moment, a forensic expert was inspecting the corpse, and three police officers were gathering evidence from each corner of the room.
Perhaps the place where He Shen and I are now is not that villa, or maybe we were moved long ago.

The moment the Candle Dragon appeared, the divine dragon’s shadow in the East Sea Eye showed Wang Ming what was truly sacred—a dragon god.
The jury members of Vladivostok Province were not fixed; generally, the province assembled a jury of about twenty people, half of whom were provincial or city legislators, with the other half split between senior lawyers and resident representatives.
Suddenly, the sound of a car came from the gate of the Leng residence, and everyone turned toward the entrance.
Lan Lichuan held a glass of flamboyant red wine, watching Ye Chenmeng’s spirited silhouette, a meaningful smile curling at his lips.
A sudden barking of dogs echoed, even livestock felt uneasy. News spread of disturbances throughout the capital, but no common folk ventured out to see for themselves. They had learned survival through repeated turmoil: no matter how the sky above changed, their loyalty remained with those in power.
Elder Qingzhu was clearly in good spirits, surprised that the young man possessed such immense energy—having eliminated Qingcui and a host of Phantom Python clan members. Such strength and courage were truly rare.
“So this is… the eternal way of life?” Ling Yunxiao’s heart was filled with endless awe, as if he had gained some profound insight.
Lan Junyao rose from her seat and accepted the ancient zither from General Lu, nodding gently in thanks.
“You’ve worked hard, go rest now. Tonight the whole city is booked; the Listening Wind Pavilion awaits you,” Yang Chen said softly.
“Yes, Immortal Emperor!” A hundred billion soldiers had come in grandeur, and departed just as fervently. They left behind hundreds of millions of corpses, but gained the Shadow Slayer Royal Banner’s upgrade to a celestial artifact, Devil’s Kiss, and Angel’s Sigh elevated to lesser celestial artifacts.
At this moment, Luo Hui stood before two elders, whose faces were covered in blood, their robes tattered and bodies marked with wounds. Crimson blood slowly oozed from their injuries—a truly tragic sight.
A dozen men wielding broadswords suddenly erupted, and the two factions clashed, the sound of weapons ringing throughout the area.
“Mmm…” Ji Xu shook his dizzy head. At the banquet, he had bantered and drank with the Red Fox, neither using spiritual power to disperse the alcohol. Even after it ended, Ji Xu didn’t clear his drunkenness—perhaps he just wanted to experience being drunk.
With Blood God’s low roar, his bloodthirsty lineage awakened. His blood energy soared to an extreme state, revealing two sharp fangs, making him look even more ferocious.
“How naive and laughable. Do you think, with my strength spent, you stand a chance to kill me?” Ling Tian’s lips curled with mockery as he howled at the sky, his voice filled with endless fury, stirring ten thousand ripples.

The energy within hell surged crazily toward Ming Yang, whose power grew ever stronger. In hell, it was simply Ming Yang’s paradise, allowing him to unleash his full strength against his enemies.
Ruolan gestured for Chen Gong to proceed, and seeing this, he saluted and followed Ruolan into the living room.
“Who are you?” The crew-cut youth parked his car to the side and asked, still unable to believe.
“Haha… it's nothing, nothing!” Tai Xuan laughed heartily, holding Yun Ying’er’s hand as he led her toward the rear hall. Yun Ying’er followed obediently, showing no resistance.
From Chen Jin’s attack to Ba Yuan Zhi’s family’s swift counterstrike, the fierce exchange unfolded in the blink of an eye.
After all, the defeats Yuan Shu and Dong Cheng suffered at Cao Cao’s hands were not just once or twice. Having learned Jia Xu’s plan in advance from Li Ru, hearing of Zhang Xiu’s troops moving in for a pincer attack filled them with wild joy.
“To recognize and correct one’s mistakes is the greatest virtue. It's all right now,” Ye Xiu said with a smile, patting Hai Zi’s sturdy arm.
As a guest, Ye Xiu complied with the host’s request, not inquiring further. After all, sects had their own secrets and privacy, not meant for outsiders. So Ye Xiu found a chair in the main hall and sat down quietly, waiting for Hong Shengdao to fetch the sword manual for him.
Yu Sheng left the hospital deliberately timing his departure with Murong’s descent downstairs. After missing several elevators, Yu Sheng spotted Murong’s arriving elevator and immediately pressed the button. With a “ding”, the doors opened.
“Alright, don’t hang up, give me five minutes,” An Qin said confidently, as the sound of frantic typing came through.
“Very well, everyone please sit for a while. Mi Xue and I will go to the restroom.” Ouyang Yingqi naturally stood up.