Volume One, Chapter 61: Spending the Night at the Diva’s Home!

A casually written folk opera song somehow managed to captivate the veteran masters of the Chinese music industry.
This was simply unbelievable!

“Since Master Sun likes it, and I have already seen your sincerity!”

“If you want the rights, you can have them, but as for the price, perhaps…” Since Lu Yaoyao didn’t want it, Su Le decided he might as well grant it to Master Sun!

Moreover, the other party came with genuine intent.

Most importantly, Master Sun truly loved opera—it was plain to see.

A treasured sword should be presented to a hero; Su Le naturally wouldn’t refuse such refined interest!

And as long as it helped promote the entertainment culture of the Dragon Kingdom, he would never turn it down.

Besides, there was money to be made.

“Say no more, …”

Only Ma Cheng was at home. He seemed perfectly at ease—far more so than when in the hospital—and the faint gloom from before had vanished. Perhaps it was precisely because Ma Cheng’s condition had improved that he underwent such a subtle change.

Rong Qing was muttering nonstop, her face smeared with food like a little calico cat, glancing at Rong Mo, who remained silent.

Rong Ye examined the labels on the bottles, growing more alarmed with each one. These were her mother’s prized treasures, all miraculous medicines for healing wounds, expelling poison, and rescuing the dying from the jaws of death. On the open market, a single pill would fetch a fortune, yet her mother had sent them all to her.

Deng Yueru and Zhang Wu laughed heartily and turned to head up the mountain. Behind them, the government camp was still in chaos—fifty crazed bulls weren’t so easily dealt with.

When Ye Xuan asked his question, Chen Ming and his sister exchanged a glance, a gentle smile flashing in their eyes.

Glancing at Jiang Qiu, who sat composed across from Wei Zeguang and was clearly unshaken, having been informed through internal channels, Shao Zi felt somewhat reassured.

No, to be precise, it was a child. Though tall, he still radiated innocence, looking no more than ten years old, yet the hostility emanating from him was enough to chill anyone to the bone.

“Heh, Mr. Gerald, I mean nothing by it. It’s your own affair; I was just making conversation,” Chen Fan said with a smile.

In an instant, all the prisoners in the cell grew wildly excited, nodding and agreeing in unison.

Countless voices flashed through his mind—jumbled fragments overlapping, impossible to piece together, a vague and chaotic blur, as if the world had not yet been formed.

Boateng said, “Drogba is very strong. Defending against him is extremely difficult, so he scored a goal. That’s the fault of our defense.”

After the two resident Heavenly Lords, five more ruins of Lords were explored, and Gui Wujiao had unknowingly reached halfway up the mountain.

The surrounding herbs had been smashed to pulp; petals and muddied leaves were strewn everywhere. The earth of the cave walls crashed against itself.

On one hand, he wanted to display his special status in Xizhou, to be admired by all and please the courtesans of the Red Pavilion. On the other, he secretly provoked the Prince of Liang’s manor, bribed officials in Huaiyang, and ensured every outsider knew the might of the merchants from the moment they entered the city.

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He neither coveted nor despised empty fame. All was for a single, unchanging goal, with strategies shifting as circumstances demanded.

Wangzai Yogurt appeared. As the title sponsor, they naturally were given the best seats.

As he spoke, Fuhai began to cough again, but the smile on his lips showed no sign of fading—wild and unrestrained. That smile grew all the more peculiar, and Ao Hou detected a hint of helplessness tinged with sorrow.

Yan Qingshan already knew that Liu Ze, Liu Kui, Liu Gan, and Liu Xia held the magical treasure “Luminous Spirit Eye.” Yan Qingshan himself was clearly very confident, convinced his cultivation was among the finest of all the attendees.

For instance, before Yun Qiuchan challenged the four disciples of the Nine Sects, Jiang Minyi had sensed long beforehand that Yun Qianjue would use Yingfa Sect’s strongest technique in the perfected realm.

She didn’t care; the townsfolk all understood her, and none harbored any ill will—at most, they just liked to gossip.

In a flash, the net of law blazed with light and flew up with a swish, trapping the Blood Bat within its glow.

Ji Shaotian, seeing Hei Jiayi calm as ever, felt reassured and didn’t bother with pointless questions like “Are you alright?” He had already caught the basketball, so what could have happened to Hei Jiayi?

In the following days, the couple set out early and returned late. Ostensibly, they were inspecting their newly invested ranch and scouting for other promising ventures; in truth, they were prospecting for minerals all along.

His arm was immobilized with silver thread, finally freeing Zimo from the searing pain in his shoulder as he ran. He exhaled deeply, looking up as Yaoyu floated down lightly from the rooftop.

But Gong Yuzhu had no source core to contain her energy, so its loss was inevitable. Once her life force dropped below the demonic energy, she would once again fall under its control, and demonization would resume.

It was only then that his wife regretted her impulsiveness. Yet it was too late—she had no choice but to swallow her pain in silence.

Early the next morning, as promised, Wu Shengnan arrived at Jianren’s place bright and early. Gone was her police uniform—she wore a white T-shirt with stylish denim shorts and white sneakers, shedding her usual heroic air for a playful, adorable look that was quite a refreshing sight.

“Is that all you’ve got?” The opponent seemed to look down on him, preparing to dodge the fire dragon that was hurtling his way.

One could not deny the influence of the Ramolais family in Tanmon City. Even though the main branch had relocated years ago, their assets in the city were still considerable. Along the way, Joseph gave her a detailed introduction, especially regarding Marolo’s private holdings.

She dearly wished she could kill everyone outside, but these ignorant people multiplied endlessly; killing them would solve nothing.

Yet, the items kept getting better and better—by the twenty-fifth or so, they had become truly exceptional.

If you ask why, since Xia Ziqin wanted them to take photos, they acted so sneaky—well, because a performance needs to be complete. Candid shots taken on the sly are more natural and less contrived.

She stood up and withdrew the barrier, arms folded as she looked at the upright Twilight. She spoke indifferently.

Feng Lin’s face lit up, ready to boast about his glorious deeds, to paint himself as a star. But this one remark punctured his self-image.

Pan Haodong had already decided: when he unlocked the third level of the Creation Pagoda’s space, he would make Fang Nuolan the guardian of that space, hand the third level to her for safekeeping, and make amends for the romance he owed her.

Yet every time he appeared, a dozen paper talismans would simultaneously activate, dozens of wind blades striking from all directions. It was unbearable—if he attacked Lou Yi, the latter would be wounded but not killed, while he himself would be struck by dozens of wind blades and also injured.