Volume 1, Chapter 154: The Dreaded Event Comes to Pass, Wang Junjie’s Crisis!!

"It feels great!"
"If I were to hold a concert, I can guarantee that these two new songs would definitely allow me to have another breakthrough!"
"But this time... President Su, I am sorry. It was all my fault for letting alcohol cloud my judgment."
"I never would have imagined that Yang Guolong and his nephew would be so insidious as to plot against me!"
"I am willing to bear the losses this has caused the company," Wang Junjie said, looking deeply ashamed.
"I told you, these are minor matters. Don't let them affect your performance!"
"Look, there are so many people here today, and at least half of them came for you!"
"Sometimes, negative publicity actually generates even more traffic. Whether or not you can capitalize on this wave depends on..."
"I didn't expect to find a predecessor here. No wonder this place has always been listed as a forbidden zone," the Great Desolation Sword said, its tone filled with great respect.
Li Zhenguo returned; he was sweating, and his eyes were still very red. Zhao Hui thought: Li Zhenguo, I congratulate you and am happy for you. Li Zhenguo glanced at Zhao Hui, his eyes full of sorrow. Zhao Hui lowered her head as Li Zhenguo walked past her and sat in the chair at the head of the table.
At the end of the year, each class held a party. This party was the final New Year celebration of their three years in high school, held on the morning of December 31st.
The surgery will take place next week. The doctor said the timing is just right; the chances of success are high if done now, but it might truly be dangerous if delayed any longer.
The group escorted Sang Jie, using the cover of night to descend the long stone spiral staircase. Only then did Yin Xinmei discover that the cell where she had been imprisoned was on the ninth floor, at the northernmost corner of the left wing of Wuyun Castle. The room on the tenth floor above it, where a faint light glowed, must have been the Duchess of Windsor’s dressing room.
"Between Yongguan and Rooster Crest Peak, there is a large hilly area. Chu He, go there yourself and lay a minefield to block Qin Lan's reinforcements. As long as we can stall them for a few hours, it will be enough."
Additionally, he wanted to advise Ling Kaiyu to try and get along with his colleagues, but after a moment of thought, he realized it would basically be a waste of breath, so he just opened his mouth and said nothing more.

The next day, I specifically went to the mall to buy a wig identical to my hairstyle, then brought skincare products and cosmetics from home and rushed to the hospital.
This sight was staggering; the soldiers fighting fiercely in the valley below were the Hu troops they had encountered before, but who were they currently locked in battle with? The Dajing army?
Gu Wen bowed in return, which served as a confirmation of their relationship—a bond based on something other than mere mutual interest.
Chen Langya stared at Ling Bo and swallowed, saying nothing, but his heart was in turmoil. Who exactly was this guy? This was too abnormal, and he felt 500,000 was not enough for extortion?
The spacious and elegant hall was as bright as day under the lights. Song Beiqiao and Li Xingzhou sat side by side in the seats of honor. Song Yuan, Li Feng, and Li Luo sat on either side. Although they were chatting, Li Luo kept glancing at the door, as if waiting for something.
"Since you know that Shen Yu left the capital without authorization only because of Lady Chuxiu, and not out of malicious intent, why are you still so wary of him?" Cen Jiang was puzzled and couldn't figure it out, finally unable to help but ask.
Ever since Yun Qi was grounded, life at the Lixin Marquis's residence seemed no different, except for one thing—the Grand Madame had closed the garden to observe Buddhist rituals, ignoring all affairs and seeing no one. Including Yun Ci.
Lady Yu opened the box. Inside were indeed several silk dresses embroidered with bright red peonies, shimmering and gorgeous under the candlelight.
Rights and wrongs, successes and failures—as long as one can answer to one's own conscience, posterity will judge for itself.
Taking advantage of the moment Lu Erniang left the room, Song Yuan fell back into his own thoughts. Lu Xiang'er and Lu Hong exchanged a look, both seeing the doubt in the other's eyes. The siblings knew it wasn't the best time to talk, so they silently fed Song Yuan a bowl of porridge, keeping their thoughts to themselves.
Li Yaoguang surrendered immediately without a shred of backbone, looking at Shopkeeper Qian with sparkling eyes filled with sincerity.
After surrounding Xuzhou, Liu Xie ordered his archers to fire a large quantity of propaganda material into the city and invited Liu Bei to watch.
Meanwhile, Zhuang Yi and Lang Huang waited quietly for movement from across the river, awaiting the arrival of the Rain Lynx tribe.
"Fine, since you're here, have a cup of tea before you go." Zhuang Yuxian looked at You Yuexi, who was glaring at him, and let out a resigned, deep sigh.
While listening to the phone ringing, Su Jian kept a wary eye on the sounds outside, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest.

"In that case, Xi'er's schemes are quite wicked," Yin Xing said, pulling Yin Yue into her arms with a foxy smile on her face.
Logically, under normal circumstances, one should be happy to see the person they like caring so much about their relationship with friends, and Fang Yuan was indeed quite happy. However, looking into Su Jingxing's gentle, light-brown eyes, she felt as if some words were stuck in her throat.
Yet the Phoenix Emperor Zither had always been protected by the Demon Imperial Family as a sacred object. This filled Nangong Yu and the others with doubt: for what reason would this demon sacred object appear in the human realm, and furthermore, be held by the Dongyue Sect, the head of the Seven Great Sects?
She herself had just broken through to the early stage of the Initial Dharma Realm. However, due to the current anomalies in the Heavenly Dao and the immense power of the 'Daoxuan Demonic Fetus Sutra,' she would likely break through to the middle stage in just a few days.
The more Fang Yuan thought about it, the harder she cried, eventually turning her whimpering into wailing, which startled Su Jingxing.
"You..." Ning Rongrong was too angry to speak; she had not expected Xing Fei to suddenly become so arrogant and overbearing.
It seemed that when Jiang Xueyan and the others left, Zhou Ziyan was busy working on that plan, which he hadn't even managed to complete a single step of. Jiang Xueyan hadn't come over to say goodbye, not even alerting Zhou Ziyan, likely fearing that her resolve would be shaken by him, leading her to ultimately be unable to leave.
The young man's skin turned red in an instant. He felt as if his spiritual energy and blood were being drained by this force, leaving him unable to muster any strength, and he looked as if he were about to collapse to the ground.
However, I was slightly puzzled—these Seven Luminary Stones had been glowing like this, but what was to be done next?
The imperial court had already sent 100,000 reinforcements to guard the border. Zhang Dehai's top general, Song Hu, had already arrived at the border to command the great army.
Zhang Heng smiled warmly: "I am not just worshipping Guanyin, I am also worshipping myself!" His descendants were stunned, ultimately failing to understand the deep meaning in his words. It was because Zhang Heng’s ability to save the people and achieve such great success was merely the result of an encounter when Guanyin manifested to teach him.
Currently, Jiang Haoran had bared his ferocious fangs, and Xia Mingzhu, Zheng Dashe, and others were eyeing him like tigers preying on their food. This was already enough for Zhou Ziyan to handle, yet Jiang Baige had suffered a stroke, Wu Meiyi had fainted, and even Jiang Xueyan was choosing to leave.