Chapter 140: The King of Underground Rap! (Two Chapters Early)

Onstage.

Wang Bingbing tilted her head slightly, extending her left arm as her singing gradually rose in pitch.

[The mighty river surges on, the brush dancing like dragons and snakes]

…

[With steadfast vermilion and azure, I paint my China—]

Explosive!

That final word, “nation,” sent a shiver straight through the audience’s crowns.

The outrageous high note was followed at the very end by a wildly extravagant vocal turn, driving the listeners’ ears straight to ecstasy.

“Listen—”

The sniper player not far away could not accept the sudden turn of events. His first reaction was to stand there in a daze rather than fight back or flee.

“Then why not take the initiative? With your advantages?” Venus cast Gu Tie a strange, assessing look.

The immortals became legends. Soul attacks slowly faded from reality into legend, and the Immortal Realm became a legend as well. The Five Continents seemed to be traveling down a slope—a slope on which everything was gradually turned into legend.

“There may not be any shops here that specialize in selling diamonds, but some smugglers who buy flour still use things like this for trade. We only need to find them and get one.”

He Mei tucked the pistol into the belt at her back, hooked one arm through Zheng Qi’s, and went with him to buy a diamond.

Yue Huanyan called Mao Mao and Dou Dou over, then loudly asked whether they missed Uncle Dog. Mao Mao and Dou Dou immediately began yapping beside her, stirring an indescribable warmth in Chu Tianshu’s heart.

He had no choice but to reassess the young man before him. His features were sharply defined, his frame solid, his nose straight, and his lips resolute. His chin was dark with stubble, and his body was exceptionally robust. Yet he bore none of the murderous air of a martial artist. He truly did not look like someone who had come to cause trouble. But then why insist on trying to crack an egg against a rock?

That final note made Jiang Feng’s heart tingle, because Black Butterfly had not used a hoarse falsetto for the nasal tone. It had been her natural voice.

Liu Weihong governed Jiashan and Haoyang, and had always maintained extremely strict control over official staffing quotas. He rarely stuffed people into government institutions.

While the other two comrades answered in the affirmative, Lisa continued running her hands over Li Wei’s body—his chest, waist, neck, and every other place she could reach.

In a place he normally would never have noticed—just as he had never cared about Agent Number Forty-Four—in a corner, some obscure nook, some shadowed place, a pair of slightly pale-red eyes appeared, and even Li Wei found them strange.

His body had been destroyed, and the memories concerning the Moon-Cold Celestial Palace seemed to have been shattered as well. He could no longer remember them clearly at all.

At that moment, as he gazed at the egg on the auction block, Ji Ming seemed to see the God-Imperial Clan enslaving humanity and sending human beings onto the auction platform to be sold.

Allowing the Demon Hall and the Demon Lord to linger on in miserable survival merely kept them in a state where they could barely avoid being destroyed by the Demon Spirits. On one hand, this tied up the Demon Spirits’ strength; on the other, it made the Demon Lord behave with somewhat greater restraint.

Originally, Li Funan did not care in the slightest what method Bai Le used. After all, back on the fifth level, he had witnessed Bai Le clash with Mo Wuqing. No matter how great Bai Le’s talent was, once they truly fought, he could not even withstand a single sword strike from Mo Wuqing. With such strength, how could Bai Le possibly earn a place in his eyes?

After Duan Chen left, Physician Duan ordered the servants to bring out the medicine chest. Every medicine inside had been painstakingly collected by the Duan family and was exceedingly precious. The chest had originally been prepared for emergencies involving Duan Chen and his sister. The medicines were of extraordinarily high quality and covered a complete range of types.

Judging from the situation, although the tank could no longer advance, the soldiers inside were in no real danger. The two soldiers who had climbed out of the tank, like the reserve troops stuck fast by Night-Stick, also managed to return to the tank by removing their boots.

The Beidou Ancestor had to defeat her and destroy the White Bone Altar to prevent the White Bone God from descending. She, however, needed only to delay him for a while.

He walked slowly along the streets of downtown Tianjin. The aura emanating from the Ancient Demon kept the surrounding low-level monsters at a respectful distance. Whenever they encountered warriors of the human or sea clans, the middle-aged assassin concealed behind him would emerge and take a token from his spatial ring.