Chapter 119: Oh, That Song Was Written by Xu Ze

Zhao Xiaotang. The female singer currently with the most resources at Icefire Entertainment. In just two years since her debut, she has met all the rigid criteria for an A-list artist. She is the female star who has achieved A-list status in the shortest time since the company’s inception. It is worth noting that even Zhang Yingjing took nearly three years to reach that milestone. Currently, everyone in the company basically believes that Zhao Xiaotang will be the company’s absolute pillar in the future. Before her, this... After finishing, the two looked at each other and smiled. Zhou Bingyi could never have imagined that his future self would one day be forced by money to seek help from his younger brother. There is no harm in making extra cockscomb dumplings; any leftovers can be pan-fried and stored in the refrigerator, ready to be reheated for a snack whenever one craves them. The old lady chuckled to herself; in a way, it is hard to say that Guai-guai’s vanity is not inherited from Su Qinghe. At the same time, he wrote out all the songs he had noted down, categorized them, and prepared to register all the unregistered ones upon returning to the country after the end of the second semester of his junior year at the end of the month.

At this moment, she let her heart follow her will, unconsciously channeling her spiritual power, and entered a state of complete meditation within the Primal Spirit Space. It was as if a hurricane were driving the waves, with wave after wave of shrill tremors, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression that seemed capable of destroying everything in the world. The Empress Dowager and the Emperor sat together; there was no one else in the hall. The moment they saw Guan Xieyue, their expressions both shifted, their eyes filled with scrutiny. However, they could not coordinate with them from the inside. If Ye Tongxuan and his companion were to strike, it would inevitably expose their positions. Young Master Zhu let out a low growl; he had intended to launch a sneak attack, but now that Su Gan had been alerted, he had no choice but to engage in a direct, forceful assault. Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit and wait for death. This was clearly a frame-up, and he could not let it rest. "True enough, we should hurry over. I heard they found the source of the cold mist," two voices murmured as they passed directly over the heads of Chi Shengtong and his companion. Qin Yang did not intend to select servant disciples from the Servant Mountain; he planned to choose a few from the disciples of the True Transmission mansions he had previously selected. As soon as Bill’s voice trailed off, a roar erupted from the bushes nearby, followed by a giant black bear over two meters tall that emerged standing on its hind legs. "But we’ve been searching for so long, and we still haven't found who stole the final volume of the Maoshan Forbidden Spells!" Zhang Sanfeng lamented. However, during a battle, that Dragon Knight was slain by a Demon Lord, and the Dragon Flame was severely damaged and left in tatters. In particular, its Saint-tier weapon spirit was reduced to a mere wisp of a remnant soul, causing its offensive power to drop to that of a low-grade Saint-tier artifact, and its price plummeted from over a hundred million energy coins to just over a million.

Lin Zheng put on his headset and safety helmet, signaled, and waited for the three black sedans to depart one after another before mounting his motorcycle to follow behind. Pan An and Mu Ge were both seated on thrones crafted from gemstones, laughter echoing from them periodically; it seemed they were discussing something interesting. Wang Fan shook his head with regret; it appeared he would have to find other ways to earn energy coins to purchase the knowledge of laws he required. "I wonder how this lord intends to conduct the selection?" It was Jian Rui who asked this question again. Zou Kai lived in an ordinary residential area, with a print shop belonging to him downstairs; no one knew he possessed another identity. "I am looking for Lord Long. I am from the Lin family, here to deliver goods! Please let me in, brothers!" Lin Kai said with a sycophantic smile, though his laughter caused his facial muscles to pull at his wounds, making his smile look exceptionally stiff. Du Miaomiao’s kick landed heavily on the man’s body, sending him flying backward; he rolled across the ground in a sorry state before finally scrambling to his feet. Looking up, one could see a massive stone platform embedded in the mountain peak, and from above, the sound of Sanskrit chanting resonated like a great bell, deep and thunderous.