Chapter 96: If You Step Back, So Will I!

Zhang Yingjing watched Xu Ze, who was fully absorbed in recording his song, without blinking an eye.

In her heart, she sighed:

"No wonder he's a singer from Tsinghua and Peking University—there's always a strong sense of national confidence in his lyrics."

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he remained unafraid of rumors and gossip.

After Xu Ze finished the first take, he took off his headphones and asked with a smile, "Teacher, do you think there's anything in this song that needs to be revised?"

Zhang Yingjing stroked the little white cat in her arms.

Suddenly, the ringtone of a phone call sounded, finally pulling Su Jing, who had been in a daze, back to reality.

With Fu Qing's comforting words, the tears that had been welling up in Nalan's eyes finally fell. All the grievances and dissatisfaction of the past few days poured out at once.

Behind him followed a man dressed in black, with an unremarkable appearance but a sharp aura. It was clear at a glance that he was a martial arts expert—most likely the Sixth Prince's personal bodyguard.

"Have you ever seen someone snore while unconscious?" Zhishan raised an eyebrow slightly. His deep eyes carried a trace of helplessness as he looked at Hua Weiluo, whose cheeks were flushed red. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek.

Feng Ling wanted to nod, but suddenly felt a rush of blood surging up her throat. With a bitter smile, she thought: If it's not a nosebleed, now it's vomiting blood? She turned her head away, refusing to look at Long Cangjue.

Long Cangjue's face was stiff. "Should I hate you, Feng Ling? Should I?" Feng Ling stubbornly stayed silent, her tear-filled eyes shining with defiance.

In an instant, all the robots locked deep within the palace's secret underground chamber opened their eyes, emitting a dazzling light.

After those few slaps, not only Xia Mo but even Murong Xuan felt a sense of satisfaction, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling at the corner of his lips.

For the past twenty years, they had been spreading technology across the Divine Continent—technology from the Three Realms, technology from the planet Frand. Their lives had been anything but idle; they hadn't stayed long in the Three Realms before returning.

Tonight, Emily wore a strapless, form-fitting dress of black and white, accentuating her curvaceous figure—a blend of maturity and a hint of allure.

Xia Xiangkui wasn't worried about what Chen Fulai might do himself; he was only afraid Chen Fulai might seriously injure Murong Heng. After all, Murong Heng was the emperor's own flesh and blood, and this was the Xia household. If anything really happened, he couldn't bear the consequences.

Back then, Yao Ruqing had indeed disappeared for a while, but soon after, she suddenly returned and refused to let go of Gu Yeqiu. Relying on the bit of guilt Gu Yeqiu felt toward her, she clung to him at every opportunity, even insisting on following him to the capital.

Lu Lu's poisoning of Yue Jinyao might have been an accident, but deep down she knew there was a greater possibility that Lu Lu was using her as a test subject.

Qiao Ke’er stared blankly at the sturdy, powerful tree before her, utterly at a loss as to what to do.

All the princesses wore white lace dresses, embroidered with lifelike roses—simply beautiful. Every time, she would say the same thing, her eyes full of yearning, asking how she got to that place and how she returned. She never knew.

There were three levels of battles: the first determined ownership of the industry, the second set the tax rate, and the third decided the rights to the mineral veins. As long as they secured victory in the first two, even if they lost the last, the result would be countless times better than last year.

These people had also heard that He Zilong seemed to value anything rare or unusual. It just so happened that a divine branch had fallen from the sky. Useful, perhaps, but also perhaps not.

Behind Bai Yizhi, sword-like wings flapped, and his body slowly rose into the air. Not only that, but a powerful wind attribute spirit energy gathered around him, making his speed even more terrifying.

Yu Qiufang was also surprised. She hadn't expected such an unremarkable painting to be Li Yuxin's favorite. It seemed that only Smith truly understood Li Yuxin's art.