Chapter 89: No Way to Give Money

Xiao Yue was not merely plagiarizing anymore; he was outright copying and, shamelessly, trying to seize the copyright for himself. When Fei Yuan saw the comments, she panicked and took the initiative to admit online that she had asked Caomang to write the song, insisting it had nothing to do with Xiao Yue. But this only served as irrefutable proof, and soon old scandals of Xiao Yue faking his fanbase resurfaced, causing quite a stir.

Everything spiraled out of control. In his fury, he slapped Fei Yuan across the face.

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Guo Mo was left utterly bewildered. Could looks really matter so little to the audience? Was it truly that good? When close friends were together, they never considered who was prettier. Especially with Wang Yan and Mu Nan—she had never once felt that appearances were a barrier to their friendship.

Liu Xuer handed the dry provisions she had hidden up her sleeve to Song Zhizhi. With delicacies still in her mouth and the food in her hands, Song Zhizhi suddenly felt a pang of emotion, her nose stinging with the urge to cry.

Situ Qing planned to buy a large house over there first, then bring his parents to live with him. In his mind, Xiangyang was the last stronghold against the Mongols and would remain safe for decades. It would be the safest place for his parents.

Lu Chengfeng gazed impassively at the two teams of manor guards, waving his hand to dismiss them, exuding the air of a true martial arts master.

"Old Mischief, what are you up to now?" Hong Qigong was astonished. He had already said it was a matter for the young, yet here you were swearing brotherhood with him, unafraid of becoming a laughingstock.

In a concealed house on the southeastern edge of the City of Competition, Masako hid there with Dakar, Gambier, and two other subordinates.

The anomaly appeared for only a few seconds before vanishing! In a patch of forest, Xiongba gazed across the river at the Leshan Giant Buddha. He had been here for two days and still could not pinpoint the source of the anomaly, though he always suspected Lingyun Cave.

Faced with the questioning of Bitter Monk, Situ Qing said nothing, his attacks growing fiercer. At first, Bitter Monk could parry a few moves, but soon he was only on the receiving end. Eventually, under the relentless assault, he was powerless to resist and was thrown into the ‘Prison of Chaos.’

In the wooded outskirts, three streaks of white light flashed. Situ Qing looked around, taking a deep breath, and suddenly realized the spiritual energy here was abundant—much richer than in the world of Wind and Cloud.

"Yes, you noticed it too…" Wang Chen answered absentmindedly, his thoughts still churning over why that shadowy figure had seemed so familiar.

Such a simple touch should have meant nothing, yet at this moment, it set off a chain reaction throughout Leng Ran’s body. First, his head buzzed with heat and tingling, and then the sensation swept quickly through him, as if countless ants, sensing the opportunity, attacked all at once without needing a command.

The sudden shift stunned countless people. No one knew why these game companies had abruptly changed their stance, and even Valve, long rumored to have a strained relationship with SG Games, had shifted its attitude.

Larry Sonsini was just about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. Seeing the number, his expression changed, and he quickly got up to answer the call.

"I am Li Qing." Li Qing seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled faintly, her eyes locking directly onto his.

At that moment, He Ziyan was wondering why, despite all the dangers and hardships, her shifu’s wife had never mentioned them, nor ever asked her for help in sharing the burden.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing," Chen Chu said to Ma Zhiyu, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat.

Twilight had fallen, and the streets were gradually emptying. Every door was tightly shut, which puzzled Long Xingyu. By rights, even though it was dinnertime, nearly every shop had already closed, which was unusual. This was the grand capital of Qi, after all—surely there should at least be a night market.

In the next instant, the white light at the muzzle of the Star Dragon Soul had reached its brightest, and then, in a flash, it shot from the barrel like a beam, striking the back of the giant bird.