16 Male Tenor's Vocal Coaching Challenge (9)

He told her to reflect in this room, but even if she did, she would never try to please him. What kind of torment would he inflict on her then?

“I wonder why the South Lake Gang wanted to kill the leader of the Punishment Gang?” Ye Fusheng asked curiously after settling down.

As the door gently closed, Hou Muliang plopped down in his chair, feeling a cold sweat break out across his back. His heart raced wildly, refusing to calm for a long time.

“What’s there to wonder? Drivers have the most reliable news! Especially taxi drivers!” the driver responded matter-of-factly.

Originally, Huang Yu and his group had planned to wipe out the Yin-Yang Holy Sect members who appeared in this forest. Who would have thought they would be saved at the last moment by an elder surnamed Yi from the Ice Clan? This was a huge embarrassment for Bai Yu and the guards standing nearby.

When Ye Chen sheathed his sword, a crow that had just skimmed the dry branches was startled and fluttered down from the moonlit sky.

With no gains on the first night, the three returned. After all, intelligence work was better left to professionals like Ke Nan. Wandering about here would yield nothing.

Ye Junlin admired inwardly: this “Golden Short Sword” was at least a mid-tier mundane weapon, yet it couldn’t withstand dozens of strikes from the “Divine Sword” — truly astonishing.

At noon, after eating with San Lang and the others, I noticed Zhang Li seemed to want to say something. Several times he hinted with his eyes. After the meal, I followed Zhang Li to the hospital parking lot. Zhang Li immediately took me into Ninth Brother’s Jinbei van, and to my surprise, Ninth Brother was already sitting inside.

Aman’s eyes widened in terror, while Gib felt a chill at the back of his head—clearly, Chen Cao had already aimed his gun at him.

“Sis, if you publicly reveal Liu Ming’s identity, I’m sure even Earth itself would tremble with joy! The nation’s beloved couple finally reunited as everyone hoped,” Ouyang Huier giggled, covering her mouth.

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After hanging up, I called Tang Yifeng. It turned out Wei Dexin’s condition was stable; he was officially discharged yesterday and resting at home. Today, they immediately contacted me, inviting me to visit.

“Worried about disturbing the Divine King, everyone was cleared from the scene,” Yu Ling’s reply remained brief and straightforward.

Lin Xue, the empire’s eldest princess, was the heir to the throne and also the one whom the corpse witches swore allegiance to.

“Hmph, just let you be arrogant for a while. Soon you’ll get your comeuppance,” the curator’s face darkened. However, during their battle, he could only use one-star cards. Though not a four-star card master, he was top-tier among three-star users. Coupled with his special one-star deck, defeating him was no easy feat.

The moment Chaozi emerged from the bamboo forest, the yellow dog he knew immediately tucked its tail and fled desperately into the woods.

Ling Tiancheng received his number. The three waited by the incense burner. The auctioneer got straight to the point, and the crowd of dozens instantly fell silent, all focused intently for the start.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, the Green Lake Group’s annual leave arrangements had already begun to roll out. Those working at Tuqimai would be paid five times their normal salary, issued monthly if the employment period was less than a full month.

Duanmu Zhige’s pretty face froze for a moment, then she realized she hadn’t even greeted her father upon entering, and immediately began talking about Lin Yue.

First reciting the incantation, Fuling blocked the airflow generated by the scythe. Then Bing Lan raised Fuling high overhead and struck heavily at Duanhun.

As they emerged from the cave, the deep sea had once again become calm as usual. The quiet waters seemed as if nothing had ever happened. Yet just moments ago, a dozen lives had been swallowed beneath, never to be found again.

Xuan Zhu and another landed softly. Xuan Yuan released Zhu Yueying and immediately pointed his sword tip coldly at Zhu Chiqing. “Dragon Abyss Sword Technique!” he declared, then thrust swiftly toward Zhu Chiqing.

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Unfortunately, the black-clad group today failed to reveal Zhu Chiqing’s main base, forcing Xuan Zhu and the other to search the mountainous area within several hundred miles in vain.

“It’s about to snow,” Su Mu’s voice whispered in Bing Lan’s ear. She nodded slightly but said nothing.

Long Xinglin did not realize the soul power of Lei was so devastating because he had never experienced such a thing. Jie hadn’t told him either, but now he knew.

Moreover, this imperial decree’s influence extended beyond human realms, reaching into the depths of divine punishment, for it clearly stated that the race was unrestricted and that elites from all races could apply.

Bing Lan felt a sudden gale assault the tranquil space. Fuling’s gentle wind element was strengthened by the biting cold, transforming the invisible, world-fused force into something tangible. Without careful attention, one wouldn’t notice the silent flow of the energy.

The Eternal Flame, Morning Sun Thunder God, Dark Magic Cloud, Blood Spirit Cold Spring—all coiled around Long Xinglin. Though these divine beings weakened within seconds of appearing, they still refused to yield.

Plank scoffed, holding the tiger-crouching cannon that had slipped from Ye Xiao’s hands, and spat disdainfully on the ground.

At every doorway stood a brand-new bridal sedan chair, each beside a pure white horse, with the groom happily sitting atop the white horse, a big red flower pinned to his chest.