Volume One, Chapter 70: A Huangmei Opera Song for a Birthday Blessing!

"Su Le, you really shouldn’t be so modest!"
"I remember your work—it topped the weekly charts on Handsome Dog APP for consecutive weeks!"
"In my opinion, to dominate the monthly charts as well wouldn’t be impossible." Song Hongyan could no longer hold back and immediately grabbed Su Le’s shoulder, speaking with pride.
"Ah, Sister Hongyan, is that true?"
"Brother-in-law Su Le is so impressive! The Handsome Dog rankings are the most prestigious in the country!"
"Consecutive weekly wins—I think I’ve heard of it. Let me check!" Jin Xiuting hurriedly pulled out her phone to look it up.
Chen Ming only smiled faintly.
"Is that so? Consecutive weekly wins?"
"If I remember correctly,..."
Ten minutes later, Hua Yileng caught a familiar scent and suddenly turned his head—it was Ling Li.
At that moment, the blood-red giant python inexplicably coiled behind Xu Ling, and the bear took the opportunity to slip away.
This time, Chen Han clearly felt the Heavenly Thunder Drill burrowing into his bones, tempering them from within.
When Mu Qingchen arrived at the “Blue Hall” via the exclusive elevator, he saw the man on the sofa, his gaze unfocused, staring at the lowest floor. On the dance floor, people swayed and moved with abandon, dancing intimately and passionately.
"It’s done, it’s done! Hahahaha!" Hou Boyan laughed uproariously, leaving the office with two under his right arm and one under his left.
Nearly seventy percent of those present came as representatives of powerful families or sects. As Chen Han had been hired by the Yang family as their bodyguard and was highly trusted, it was very likely he was entrusted to bid on their behalf.

Just as Xia Xia suggested, this would deprive or delay the Western Fourth Forces from gaining the help of ordinary people.
"Heh, soldiers naturally carry guns. But whether they truly are soldiers needs to be investigated." Jack instantly understood the reporter’s angle; to not exploit it would be unlike him.
A man dressed in black entered, spoke in Korean with the uncle for a while, and Tong Xin saw the uncle’s lips curl in a cold smile. Her heart jumped with anxiety.
The two introduced themselves in a ceremonious manner, but Zhang Muliu simply drank, paying them no attention.
Old Master Kong had an epiphany today and wanted a heart-to-heart among father, son, and grandson. But before he could speak, the useless one began wailing again, igniting the fire in Old Master Kong’s chest.
At least in the world of Two Heroes, Murong Jiu was the kind of strongman who could create circumstances and make fate revolve around him.
Had it not been for the Poisonless Zen Master’s constant interference with his flying wheel, the Diamond Zen Master would likely have been torn apart alive by Murong Jiu.
Devil City’s scale was no less than Fire City’s, but its buildings were bizarre and monstrous, towering like giant devils, baring their fangs and claws.
She had suggested to her father several times to increase investment in online business and promote it vigorously.
Just now, he’d deliberately jabbed at Eric and Johnny’s feelings out of annoyance—they’d been beating around the bush and wasting time.
The young man took out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it, then meditated alone for half an hour before rising slowly. Next, he produced a leather scabbard and slung it over his back, and the silver-black sword slid itself into this temporary sheath.
Lu Yuanbai smiled and had the carriage stop at the Fang residence. As Chi Yingchu got out with him, she still hesitated.
"Why do you still want to ride in my carriage—aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you again?" he asked coldly.
Zhu Xuemei and Zhu Fugui, who were sent to the magistrate’s office, were sentenced to be drowned in a pig cage three days later—a fate that meant only death.
Zhang Tao was secretly astonished, unable to believe the young Zhao Chuan possessed such deep political acumen. In that moment, he had already decided his future course.
After arriving in Yamagata City, he got off the high-speed train directly, without greeting the Onmyoji.

Yu Ping checked for him and found he possessed Level Four spiritual power and Level Nine battle energy. With a bit of training, he should reach Level Five easily—clearly a formidable figure, though why he’d been persecuted to such a degree remained unknown.
Front row at the runway show, Su Qianye entered, her powerful aura causing everyone to rise respectfully.
Her tone was calm, though no longer as angry as before. Wan’er nodded hurriedly, afraid a slow answer would rile He Pingge again.
The photo of her standing in the middle went viral—everyone said she debuted last and had the least experience, yet she squeezed the veterans aside. Even Chen Xue served as her backdrop, proving how powerful those behind her were—it wasn’t just about being the Yang family’s heiress.
The sky fell into brief silence; time seemed to freeze. Then the void shook violently, a colossal energy storm erupted, sweeping across heaven and earth with a force akin to a nuclear explosion.
Another matter: since Feng An had expelled Nangong Ru from the family, why did the Ruan family insist on bringing her back and handing her to Feng An?
The white ape’s brow was blood-red, its eyes deep and wild. It grasped a golden sinew from the red ox, biting into it—the divine essence within was so overwhelming it was hard to look at directly.
Wang Chong’s hands went numb as he wielded the Panlong Halberd, retreating and gasping for breath. The true energy in his dantian was almost depleted.
Good heavens! Another piece of news left Zhao Ming utterly astonished. Previously, he vaguely suspected Sun Bin and Li Tao knew something, but never imagined Sun Bin had seen through everything from the very start.
In the days that followed, the two hid in their residence, indulging in intimacy as if to release all their passion in advance. Zhou Qing understood Yun Na’s concern—she feared she might perish in the next battle.
Wang Chong grinned mischievously, the light beneath his feet growing brighter. As the teleportation talisman enveloped them, Wang Chong and Xu Ziyan vanished from sight.
It was as if a gentle middle-aged man, with a magnetic voice, were imparting wisdom to his students.
In just twenty minutes, he reached Eastwater, but did not pause and continued on to the next city.
Jiang Xiu’s expression changed slightly; it seemed the old lady, who had set a three-month appointment with him, was determined to make things difficult for him—not letting him gain a single advantage.