Chapter 60

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Anyone who has used soap knows that its oil-removing power is extremely strong, which is why hands feel tight and dry after washing with it.

“This is the hell form of the Hell Monkey King. Come and try it,” Sun Wukong’s voice grew hoarse.

Upon hearing this, an eerie silence fell over the banquet. Even the Japanese official who had just spoken realized his mistake—could he really say such things? Especially since neither Daxi Xun nor Zhang Wanqing had ever mentioned this matter, and they had no idea how it had come to be known in Japan.

Netizens erupted with excitement; the self-operated village model caused a huge sensation. Everyone online was discussing the self-operated village. Longteng Group once again dominated the trending topics.

At first, they really didn’t believe it, particularly Yang Ning, who had been secretly observing Jiang Ke and had noticed Wang Naiying’s distinctly different attitude toward Jiang Ke.

The Child of Gods and Demons raised his arm and pointed at Lei Ming in midair. Instantly, a streak of gray energy shot out, dispelling the Thunder Spear’s attack before flying toward Lei Ming.

How could Li Bai not realize the Desert Red Ant Queen was about to flee? Once more, he unleashed the “Invitation to Wine,” dashing above her, sword poised downward, and stabbed.

At these words, the applause from Tianyu High School rose to an even higher level. Wu Dazhou smiled so broadly his eyes narrowed into slits.

Simply worrying about Shen Hui was useless. After all, they knew nothing now. Overthinking would only make things worse; it was better to relax.

However, if they wanted to achieve a true scale of users through word-of-mouth marketing, it would not be something attainable in a short time.

“No problem, let him wait a bit longer,” Jin Feier said with a smile. After all, Wu Bin had made her wait for a while just now.

But then Qin Yang passed the ball to James Ennis, providing cover for him. Ennis broke through directly while Qin Yang set a screen with Nurkic.

When he came to his senses, he found his lord absentmindedly holding a worn bamboo flute; the man in black lay motionless in a pool of blood, his triangular eyes showing only whites, without a trace of pupils.

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Pan Fulin was furious, but he knew that not only the Heavenly Alliance but dozens of hidden factions were watching. If he dared to use powers beyond the mortal realm first, the Earth Alliance would be besieged at once.

Everyone followed orders. Yang Hao silently stepped out over ten paces to plant a torch, though his mind was elsewhere.

Soon after Lin Changshi spoke, the surrounding demonic aura abruptly contracted. A tall, slender figure shattered the void, hands behind his back, strolling leisurely as if in his own courtyard. Yet the demonic aura radiating from him was unbearable to look at.

Visemir’s expression darkened. The chance of failure in the trial was naturally higher than success; this result was expected. His sorrow lasted only a moment before he let it go.

Countless tall buildings had long since collapsed. Only a few stubbornly stood amidst the ruins, though they were heavily damaged. Even a minor earthquake would reduce these remaining structures to rubble, just like those nearby.

Sometimes a little softness—pretending to be pitiful—might prevent the master from truly punishing it.

However, upon arriving here, Tang Yi did not bring everyone inside but entered a nearby shop called “Tianya Huo Family Jewelry Store.”

“That goes without saying. Though our third brother may not be unparalleled worldwide, he is truly unique on Earth,” Zhang Yi said, a bit carried away by the praise.

“Up to you. By the way, find some time to organize the pictures in your room and send them to me. I’ll help you get rid of them. Although these things sharpen the Buddha’s heart, it’s still not good if they get out,” the King of Earth Store admonished Tang Seng before turning to leave.

Today, after nine years since the debut of “Xuanyuan’s Voice,” these mentors and judges once again heard such a beautiful accompaniment.

The wedding was not yet over when Li Changlin received a call from Li Yunfei. Soon after, he would marry Yi Meng. This month was indeed a very lucky one.

“Are you afraid of falling while walking? You silly,” Tong Shuya said while juicing fruit, puzzled but not thinking much, joking with a smile.

“I’m not opposing anyone. It’s you who offended everyone here. If you think you’re capable, then solve it yourself!” The man was resolute, completely ignoring Shi Zhongjin’s threats.

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“Who are you?” The man in the center signaled left and right with his eyes. Three figures moved simultaneously, surrounding Xiang Yu.

“Murong, you know well how large and lucrative the Ye’an Street territory is,” Murong Kuang said as Tuoba Huokou addressed him.

Military sand tables obviously related to war, but even the famously knowledgeable Liu Mu Zhi shook his head, admitting ignorance about this particular one.

Seeing the clothes folded with sharp edges and corners, Tian Tian felt deeply moved. This man was truly meticulous; his clothes were folded so neatly.

Secondly, we can make food items, but this consumes time and energy. Moreover, market research is necessary—knowing which foods are needed in which season is crucial.

“I’ll give you some medicine soon, and you won’t feel uncomfortable anymore,” Tian Tian thought, adding silently: Men truly think with their lower halves.

Mu Lingxi opened her eyes and rose from the bath. A maid came in to replace the medicinal water in the tub.

“Alright,” Mu Lingxi felt an inexplicable warmth sweep through her heart as she looked at the handsome man before her. An indistinct, indescribable emotion spread quietly within.

Though she did not know what had happened between her parents, her mother never spoke of her father in front of her. Even accidental mentions were filled with hatred.

Bai Zhong sighed deeply, walked to the window, and slowly closed it, which fluttered lightly in the breeze. Then he swirled his sleeve and left the room.

What Li Yi said was essentially meaningless. Ultimately, the emperor held the final say. If the three princes’ opinions were not unified, there would be no agreement. They already disliked each other. Even if one was right, the others would never let him succeed.