Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Five: Capital Steps In and Crushes the Hype!

At the same time, many fans of the celebrated singer fell silent and quietly followed Flower Pavilion.

Sole had already reached one and a half million followers, yet he still did not know that, in just half an hour, his fan count had already broken through two million.

Meanwhile, in the VIP reception room of Shuaigou Music, the young singer sat in a chair with an eager look on his face as the man in charge of album distribution brought in hot tea.

"Xiaohui, the Nine Provinces Group really treats you well!

"They just sent you onto the singing competition, and now they’re putting out an album for you. What’s next, a concert?

"By..."

Or perhaps he missed Qin Mo? Missed that proud youth who had promised him a one-year pact, yet never came in the end?

"How could the people of the realm possibly accept a vile traitor who murdered his own brother and stole the throne as emperor? Even if I issued no order, the soldiers guarding the capital would not obey." The Grand Empress Dowager spoke with righteous conviction.

"Lord Su, is that how you see us? Do you think we are ghosts?" Simon Hao gave a light laugh, a gaze cold to the bone stabbing straight toward Su Luocheng.

The two of them remained in each other's embrace until a burst of footsteps sounded nearby. Qin Huan started and instinctively pushed Shen Yincheng away. This time, Shen Yincheng did not insist; he let Qin Huan keep her distance.

They had failed to leave the palace in time, so flying a kite was the excuse? Su Ranhua found it amusing. In her former life, when she carried out missions, she could go three days and three nights without sleep. When West Gate Wan blocked her outside the Bright Chrysanthemum Palace, she had not felt the slightest trace of drowsiness. Even if she had used kite-flying as an excuse to leave the palace, it had been nothing more than deliberate pretense.

Outside the palace, the death of the Emperor had plunged everything into chaos. Even though it was only an illusion, order still remained.

Lei Yu did not know what kind of impact his sixfold celestial burial technique had brought to this world. Right now, he was fully focused on manipulating the heavenly burial formation.

He knew that Su Luocheng dared to flatly deny saying those words because he was certain she had no proof and that it would instead be easy to make others think she was simply nursing a grudge against him and slandering him out of thin air.

Qin Mo and Murong sat at the same table. At the words, he tightened his grip on the wine cup, and beneath the table his hand shot out like lightning to seize Murong by the sleeve.

Long ago, someone lost a sheep and, in the search for it, fought his way through the entire world.

If the scholars of Sumeru thought that merely mentioning Khaenri'ah would be enough to make Inazuma send troops, then they were truly thinking far too highly of themselves.

"Didn’t I tell you to be careful?" Lian Beichuan hurried forward to help her free her hair.

Not only the crushing solid shells, but also the heart-stopping explosive rounds, were loaded one after another by the gunners and sent plunging into the still-unyielding fortress.

Feeling that Zhu Dasheng's six blade-like legs were attacking from increasingly tricky and bizarre angles, Song Xing wielded his goose-feather saber with growing ease.

But for Li Chengtian and the others, this was no trouble at all, since they had just come from a place where the stench of blood was even stronger.

Gray Hare frowned with concern as she looked at Conan, who was lost in his treasure-hunting puzzle game, and could only feel that he was both childish and absurdly carefree.

He poured divine sense into his eyes and used a special gift from the Demon-Suppressing Six Paths Scripture, one meant for tempering the body, to regard the town through the Demon-Suppressing Divine Eyes.

"Young Lord Fan is right. Why shouldn't others be allowed to come?" Lian Beichuan suddenly appeared from another direction.

The power surged through the blood, racing through every inch of flesh and skin, every sinew and bone, every meridian, every organ, every acupoint, and even the brain.

"No, not a single mechanism." Fan Yu increased the flow of his power. "What is this thing? Damn it." Suddenly, he felt something blocking the space before him.

Fox Lady was not foolish. Seeing this scene, she understood at once that with only this sword hilt in hand, she was absolutely no match for Li Hexian.

"Third Brother, you stepped in today to help settle things between Wild Dog and Charm Fairy. Do you have some new plan in mind?" the slovenly man asked from behind the wheel.

Seeing the silence that had fallen over the room, the madam had no choice but to come out and smooth things over, or else the matter would surely be ruined today.

Ling Jiantong had been kneeling on the icy floor the entire time. She thought that Jade Smoke, though sharp-tongued, had a soft heart and would eventually soften. She would come tell her the truth. Yet in reality, from early morning until noon, Ling Jiantong had knelt there without Jade Smoke ever appearing.

This sweaty-blooded dragon horse had been something Ling Luo had once seen in a broken ancient text. At first, he had not paid it much mind, but after seeing the creature's distinctive appearance, he immediately confirmed that it was indeed a sweaty-blooded dragon horse.

Watching Fan Yu wield the Supreme Divine Ring, they would inevitably begin guessing the duration of its use. That is the first reaction people have.

Xi Zhan was taken aback. He had not expected the other side to agree so readily, and he suddenly felt a surge of delight. His eyes drifted toward the distant corner, where a dark glint flashed within them.

Inside the speeding business vehicle, however, there was an eerie silence. Not a single person spoke. All eyes were fixed quietly on Wang Dong, each face wearing a different expression.

By comparison, the motorcycle parking area was much quieter. Che Yu parked his motorcycle beside a black Yamaha R1 and a Ducati 821, put down the kickstand, and got off.

Although Qian Yu, as a junior, had displayed a composure and poise that exceeded his expectations, leaving him unable to be certain for the moment, Fu Kun had spent many years in officialdom and would hardly be deceived by something so small.

As the current leading authority in archaeology of Country C, Chu Shen's lectures had always been extremely popular. Many students from other departments came to listen as well.

"Is that so? But why is it that whenever I am near you, I feel an especially familiar aura? I have felt this aura since the first time I saw you, yet it does not seem to belong to the Endless Sea!" Feng Churou lifted her head and looked at Xia Yan with burning intensity.

At the Second Hospital of Funing City, after repeated rounds of screening, Lian Cheng found the patient to be used in framing Qin Yu. He had a thug named Mao step forward to negotiate with the patient's family, and after promising generous payment, the family agreed to cooperate with him in staging the scheme.

As the captain, He Xi had to shoulder the burden of command. What mattered most at such a moment was steadiness; unclear division of labor would only make things more chaotic.

He Xi found it somewhat unbelievable. Was the problem with the medicine, or with his own body?

On the other side, the Daoist of Inaction had taken four bolts of lightning head-on. With his divine power exhausted, he fled in panic, clutching his head. Though he had not been struck directly, his clothes had still been shredded into strips of cloth, his face was blackened, and his hair looked as though he had just had a plasma perm, curled and fluffy.