Vol. 1, Chapter 121: Beating My Nephew Yang Wei, But It Was Already Too Late—Choosing Revenge

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“First is Deng Chengqi, who was once the backing vocalist for your group member Lu Yaoyao.”
“Second is Chen Meiqi, the old leading diva of Jiuzhou Group.”
“I say, General Yang, what’s happened to your company? First it was Chen Tianxiong leaving with his team, and now almost all of the artists have vanished too!”
“After leaving Jiuzhou Group, they’ve all done remarkably well!”
That was how Han Shuai put it.
It was not curiosity.
It was mockery, gloating over another’s loss.
Because he knew that Chen Tianxiong, who had left Jiuzhou Group, and the singers now under Sky Group all came from Jiuzhou.
It was as if Jiuzhou Group had simply been used as a talent nursery.
At any moment...
No one could tell how much time had passed before the bonfire before Yin Feng went out, leaving only a few embers still radiating warmth.
Because then they would realize that sword-based martial arts were the strongest techniques among the outer teachings of the Taiqing Crimson Sword Sect.
So no matter how much Sun Peng trusted Mu Hua and Chen Muchen, Sun Ya had always been helping him keep an eye on those two companies. The career managers had no objection. After all, if an owner like Sun Peng wanted to be an easy-going boss, how could you refuse his second sister when she came by to check things out?
That is how Jianghu is: once someone is exalted as a Mount Tai North Pole Dipper—once someone is celebrated as an invincible master—an unending trail of trouble follows.
Even the sound of the door opening startled her. Suo Suo first stuck out her head and then, trembling, discovered that the room was dark, the lights turned off.

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After he swallowed a mouthful of rice with a sip of cola, Wu Zhigang turned around, noticed that all the roommates had already finished, then clapped his hands and shouted. In a bachelor dormitory, that was one of the traditional routines: other days were uncertain, but Friday nights were certainly game night, and in recent months it had become fixed as battle-royale night.
In fact, she had already been thinking of leaving; mainly because she had had a bit too much to drink tonight, and her head had already begun to feel unsettled.
Other than that, these people had only seen three kings and one queen sing for their own animation—why not think about how many good songs she had written for them? Of course, Wu Renxiong himself had never had dealings with them before, but why did he never think about why they were so willing to accept the invitation?
Still, when a sharp cry of an owl was followed by a strange instrument, Zhao Zhihuo quickly calmed himself and quietly listened to the theme song of The Legend of the Condor Hero.
Among the coalition of lords, even Lü Bu, the fiercest of warriors, could not match Yuchi Gong. The rest were, naturally, even weaker.
At last, a red sun leaped into the sky, casting blinding light that flooded the void. The whole firmament glowed in a field of scarlet.
The fourth item was the message about the mission. In a sense, it had the highest difficulty among the missions Lu Haikong had undertaken, and it brought the least reward; aside from protection for a special world, there was nothing else.
As the world-hall model grew larger, everything encountered along the way turned into nothingness: uneven ground, tall trees, even the houses in the botanical gardens where the former staff had lived—all vanished into void the instant they touched the enlarged world-hall.
Just after reaching the Mage Tower, Li Yu had not yet even had time to knock when a huge explosion suddenly burst from the second-floor window of the tower.
“This is your project investment list. You can choose one project for experiments, choose to stay in school and continue your studies, or choose to live in the school for three years. If your evaluation is not up to standard after those three years, you will be asked to leave,” the junior said very seriously.
He only said three words: just be well, find the happiness you want. Even if he truly loved her, he could not give her the happiness she desired; letting go might, perhaps, be the best for her.
“Fine, let’s go inside and take a look.” He walked over, pressed both hands against the door, and fixed his eyes on it.
Another way, provided the materials are correct, is far steadier than adding things at random. The final attributes are based on those shown in the blueprint and are usually not bad, but gathering materials takes real effort, and some blueprints collect materials that cannot be obtained at all.
Jiang Ping understood this clearly.
Lin Xiaonan had not only long, shapely legs; her bust was also abundant. By model standards, her chest might have seemed large, but from a man’s perspective, a figure like Lin Xiaonan’s is the most admirable.
Such visual delight was something Kate did not have. Even though she was no longer the Nord princess, every word and gesture of hers is watched by the media; being too fashionable is acceptable, but she must keep basic elegance. That alone made her fall short by a wide margin.

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Breakfast was a plate of pata, a Spanish dish based mainly on potatoes. Joseph had tasted it once at Count Singraber’s and found it very good. It is based on eggs, almonds, lemon zest, and sugar, and its most distinct feature is replacing flour with potatoes.
Hearing the tenderness in Jiang Ping’s words, Li Qian beside him lowered her head in embarrassment, while her pretty face was full of a happy smile.
The villa district remained silent until more than half an hour after Li Chengzhong’s death, when a patroling mutant finally noticed a trace of blood at the doorway. When they cautiously moved closer and suddenly flung the door open, almost none of them could believe what they saw.
“Combined with the view that the cell itself is the brain… Su Brother, is that what you mean?” Shen Fei asked, frowning as he thought it through.
As they entered the hall, Yan Chengfeng and Zhong Ping, who were in the hall, froze for a moment at the sight of the two of them, as if they could scarcely believe their own eyes.
Yet Su Lifeng knew without effort that Yenan Nannan’s rate of advancement was even more terrifying. Han Meng following her must surely have gained some benefit too.
Though some have lived for thousands of years and are called to the dusk of life with potential nearly exhausted, there are also late bloomers who have gathered the years into deep reserve, hidden their strength, and then, in an instant, burst forth to shock the world.
Audi has already formed a joint venture plant with Huaxia, and the government, with much favor, has designated automobiles from the Audi joint venture as government-issue vehicles. The income from that alone is no small sum each year.
She was very pretty and clear-featured: bright, kind eyes, rosy lips, white teeth; her voice was neither too sweet nor too cloying, and she gave the impression of being truly lovely.
“Utterly arrogant,” Xiang Fei challenged. “You even fished up corpses from the riverbed. Is this evidence still not strong enough?”
In ordinary secret manuals, movement arts and techniques are separate. When a cultivator uses movement to close on an enemy, they must separately channel spiritual power to activate the technique. Compared with the Nine Linked Rings, this process consumes more spiritual force and also disrupts both movement and technique.
Yan swayed her alluring body toward Hua Ye. She sat on his lap and held his neck in her arms, with an indecency that made Chen Jian feel nauseous.
“Get back up wherever you fall,” Jupiter said, tossing several detection devices into Earth. Inside the Celestial Palace, Sila asked, “Well then—now on this planet, has a just order been established?”