Chapter 36

Beep, beep. Lin Feng did not keep Song Ye waiting; the terms he had already drafted in his mind appeared in the reply box as his fingers danced across the keys, instantly visible to Song Ye.

Just then, Gu Ming finished her appraisal, and the host standing to the side smiled and invited both appraisers to share their professional opinions.

"What's the rush? When we get to a place to eat, I, Ding, and S will help you plan it out," Yang Zhan said, beckoning to BKS and the others who were lagging behind to come and get in the car. "Have you booked a place to stay yet? If not, I’ll help you find something later."

One problem was solved, and the other wasn't really a problem at all. Those who can write lyrics and compose music generally understand these things, and they are intimately familiar with their preferred instruments. Since everyone here was a master in the industry, handling and playing the instruments was second nature to them.

As he listened to the analysis, Liu Xie suddenly felt enlightened. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. The ministers of the imperial court always urged him to be kind to the people and to cherish them, yet in the eyes of those courtiers, the noble clans were "the people," and the commoners were also "the people."

I smiled. At this moment, the way Roben and Le Yao were bantering back and forth to tease me felt more like a cover-up and an evasion, but I wouldn't expose them. No matter how perfect a facade he puts up in front of others, when the dead of night arrives, all the masks painted on for concealment are inevitably torn away, for the night despises those who pose.

"Have you seen the latest battle report on the Battle of Brunete?" Mango asked directly.

Chu Tianshu was focused on driving when his phone rang. He pressed the speakerphone button; it was Wei Shijie calling.

"Where is your Nelson spirit, you coward! I hereby order that Lieutenant General Lister be relieved of his command of the carrier fleet due to his mental state. Colonel Bissett will take over his duties immediately." With that, Cunningham ended his argument with Lieutenant General Lister in his own way.

Suddenly, a spray of blood spurted from the soldier's body, splattering onto Pei Yuanshao’s dark, weathered cheeks.

"Why must you make me stay here? It’s too much trouble for you," I said, still feeling embarrassed. Setting aside our previous conversation, I was speaking to her merely as an outsider, and I knew for certain that she had no intention of treating me like family.

"You... you... jerk!" Although Yan Xijun was furious, she lowered her voice. She knew the consequences of waking them up.

"Brother Zhou, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the level of the Seven-Colored Venerables, and why are they going to the Ancient Battlefield?" He Fang asked sincerely.

Sitting in the air, resting, these chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind. Helpless, Chu Xia had to shake her head vigorously to force herself back to reality.

"But I don't want to die yet!" Chu Yun also whispered sharply. Ouyang Fu’s words made her tears well up from the bottom of her heart.

"Nothing, I just don't want to talk," I felt frustrated. Could I really only be a floor sweeper? Why had he repeatedly tried to persuade me to join their company before? Surely he wasn't so desperate that he couldn't even hire a cleaner?

"Stop! Let’s halt for a moment. We’d better discuss how to proceed once we get inside!" Gu Feng looked at the Ice-Fire Beast, Lan Hong, who was flying alongside him, and spoke up.

"Beep, beep, beep... You have a new email. Please check it." The computer on the table chimed to signal an incoming message.

"It seems there are no ropes in the Mist Marsh. If we fall too far behind, won't we have to..." Zi Kongbing sighed, rubbing her forehead helplessly. After trudging through the mud all this way, she really didn't want to do it all over again.

Once the hilt was fused with the Destruction Crystal, it became completely stable. The Destruction Crystal, acting as the blade, was bound by the power of the meteorite hilt, no longer posing a threat to anyone who held it. This high-quality Destruction Crystal had become a weapon in the true sense of the word.

Having bought freshly made snacks from the Yinxiang Tower, I was just about to leave when someone who had walked out of the building approached the carriage and tapped on it with a folding fan.

"Did I press something wrong?" Listening to this prattle that had nothing to do with "supernatural clues," the director looked up at his assistant.

If a player also controls a monster faction or is a hero, they can also achieve this kind of advancement.

This damn Wu Qingchen, that cursed Dean—the idea that their mood, being hungry, being too full, or having a full bladder had more to do with traffic conditions than the actual road was just ridiculous.

As a dueling ground for high-level wizards, the arena itself had an effect that suppressed the power of spells. On this platform, a wizard's spells might look powerful, but they actually only dealt one-tenth of their original damage upon impact.

"Our current shopkeeper is a mid-level wizard! She is not like Mr. Johnny from before, whom you could bully as you pleased!" Manager Mahler knew that the shopkeeper, Bartoli, was a mid-level wizard, so he was quite confident in his reply.