Volume 1, Chapter 130: What Kind of Charisma Does Su Le Actually Possess?

At the center of the stage stood a massive platform constructed from multiple layers of discarded automobiles. These vehicles had undergone special treatment, preserving their raw industrial texture while being reinforced to ensure safety. At the very top was a rotating platform capable of a full 360-degree turn, offering performers greater interactive space.

The lighting system throughout the venue employed LED strips, tracing the contours of the cars and the stage edges. These lights could change color and brightness in sync with the rhythm of the music. Additionally, several large spotlights hung overhead to highlight key moments in the performance.

The sound system was designed to ensure that every corner of the space received clear audio...

As he stepped forward to pick up a bottle, he suddenly felt an overwhelming suction, his body uncontrollably pulled downward.

Seeing Yang Xi’s joyful expression, Jiang Qingzhi understood that he was pleased about growing closer to both his master and himself.

Thanks to this surge of attention, Su Zhi’s viral dance video resurfaced, sparking fresh discussions.

Fortunately, during his time in the dream world, he had resisted his inner desires and thereby increased his spiritual energy; otherwise, he might have fallen into a trap just now.

This referred to his ability to adapt to the entertainment industry’s ways—Quan Xuanhe appeared remarkably unburdened, capable of adjusting to anything.

In the end, Su Zhi chose a jungler hero, while Xia Linxing selected a one-on-one close-protection support character.

Because no living creatures could be stored in the dimensional pouch, the giant lizard meat’s shelf life was significantly extended.

Releasing his hold on Carl, Hope reached for the already dried clothes and began putting them on bit by bit.

Overcome by fear, Yu Hongfei opened his eyes to find Lu Chen’s cold gaze upon him, alongside Liu Yun and Ye Wan’er, faces filled with anger.

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The Ding family’s faces changed slightly at the sudden rebuttal, just as they were about to respond, when the elder lady’s timely cough interrupted them.

Inside the room, Xu Tianlong was looking for a broom to clean the house, completely unaware of what Su Mengyue had just said behind him.

It must be noted that the World Trade Center had over a hundred floors, and the explosion occurred in the central part of the building.

No one expected that the man who piloted the plane to a successful emergency landing—the same man who went missing on the aircraft, prompting a nationwide search by the security bureau—was actually lying in a hotel not far from Hudson Third Hospital, scrolling through news about himself.

“Fine, then I’ll remove the purchase limit.” Su Jiu immediately bought another thousand buckets of spiritual water. After all, the rivers in the blessed land were all spiritual water; no matter how much he took, the water level never seemed to drop—no one knew why.

The Su family dared to treat the matriarch and Su Mengyue so poorly; he would make sure they wouldn’t earn a single penny.

Besides, if she went, she could at least attract a significant amount of firepower, and she was the most capable of adapting flexibly.

Feng Shuai had offended the captain of the guards; even if Xu Tianlong didn’t intervene, Zhao Wanlin would not let him off lightly.

Gu Ye also found it quite difficult. To become a prominent figure, one must possess extraordinary qualities, but if a third ruler like Shi Hu of Later Zhao appeared, he truly wouldn’t have a place to cry.

Viewers in the livestream were surprised to learn there were so many stilted buildings within Wufu. Su Jiu picked a fully equipped stilted house and sent it directly to his backpack, then forwarded it to the esteemed Suqian with a note that shipping fees were to be borne by the recipient.

After the handover, Miss Bao tearfully hurried onto Qin Rumeng’s carriage, while Feng Anshi personally commanded the central army, escorting the large contingent to the Great Xiangguo Temple outside the city.

“What! How dare you address me like that, you bold newcomer! Do you know who I am? I am…” Shen Jinpin stamped his foot angrily, babbling incessantly.

Days apart, the emperor and empress had been anxiously concerned. They quickly summoned the previously ill children, only to find they had miraculously recovered, bringing them great relief.

The newly appointed city defense officer was already waiting at the city gate to bid farewell. It was better to send off the fearsome Dragon God Guards early.

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“Doesn’t that mean all roads are blocked?” Yu Xiaoyu’s tone betrayed her disappointment.

They were completely unaware; facing the overwhelming spears of starlight, they felt no danger and continued to attack the formation.

Those few, after Qi Yubai rescued several wooden puppets, relied on the puppets’ magic arrays to fight evenly against the snake demon and blue wolf demon.

“Spotted it! On that snowy mountain, hurry and fly there!” Lin Fei shouted to the pilot.

Ingram, superior even to the four archangels, commanded cosmic elements and primal forces, second only to the central intelligence. Yet he merely wielded these powers; he was nowhere near capable of creating a universe.

Moreover, at this time, the nine provinces had unified under one realm, the country prospered, granaries and markets were abundant, and people lived in peace and contentment. All attributed to the grace of Dayu. Hence, the populace gradually transferred their gratitude for Dayu to his son, Si Qi.

Jiang Feng finally understood why Li Banggu could still fight after being hit by his combo—because his defense was extremely high.

“I am Bing Yu, the eldest disciple of the Hunyuan Hall, sent by the hall master to pay birthday respects to the Dragon Lord. I have no prepared gift, but since all factions have offered birthday presents, I can only…” Bing Yu waved his hand, planting a strange translucent white sword, resembling bone, into the ground.

It seemed his tolerance for alcohol was quite poor; after about three bottles, his face flushed and his speech slurred.

When Li Sen was stopped by this man on the road, he was unsurprised and calmly walked over, bowing in greeting.

“Though my strength is considerable, the Wuweimen—the foremost assassin organization—is filled with formidable experts,” Qi Ya said.

Just like when she faced Gu Zhengfan, she couldn’t ask why he abandoned her; facing Mei Ruoxian, she couldn’t understand why a mere extra finger could make her and Gu Lingze worlds apart.