Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Death of the Heavenly Demonic Sect!

The chief disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect kept launching his attacks while trying to lure him with tempting offers.

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to his words, only fiercely wielding the long sword in his hand!

His sword Qi was overbearing!

The sword intent surrounding his body wrapped around him so tightly that not even a breath could pass through!

The endless sword intent was like a ravaging, freezing wind, and especially with every movement Qin Feng made, the sword Qi obeyed his will as naturally as his own arm!

Ye Yaotiao was caught in a dilemma, but she knew that if she flatly refused, she certainly wouldn't make it out of this room alive. It would be better to stall for time first and carefully reconsider her options later.

On the contrary, Gu Wei took the initiative to reach out and high-five Zhang Ruofeng the moment the latter walked down.

After the other two production crews were settled in, Lin Mu thought for a moment, then slightly bowed and asked Tsui Hark about what Harvey had just said.

Sitting at the table and looking at the jars and pots spread all over it, Lin Feng couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. This was his first time coming to South Korea. Although he had heard from television and other channels that South Korea was a country dominated by kimchi,

The Bomb Band was formed by Cheng Yan and a few music-loving classmates back in high school, initially just for fun. After all, what young person doesn't pursue excitement and freedom?

He exerted immense willpower to control his emotions, repeating to himself over and over again: It's impossible, impossible. There are countless people in the world with the same name and surname; how could it be such a coincidence?

Lately, Li Wan's company was also undergoing renovations, and he still needed to take the time to accompany Yun Yue to South Korea. Truth be told, Lin Feng really didn't have the time to meet that old fellow Zhang Chaoyang. Besides, Lin Feng was planning to first understand Zhang Chaoyang's background through Yun Yang's mouth so that he could be mentally prepared.

After all, many of the epoch-making elements inside weren't iconic enough yet, and he felt that shooting it this way wouldn't work.

Looking at Sun Yanan, on the other hand, he didn't even know when his next album would be released. His commercial performance fees were also plummeting, and if things kept going this way, he might end up repeating the same fate as Lu Jietian previously.

"Yueyue, what do you think is the purpose of this fellow coming with us this time?" Inside the room, Zhang Mengmeng was wearing a light purple bra, half-leaning against the bed as she looked at Yun Yue, who was also dressed in just a matching bra set.

Fortunately, though, the Qin family was now a top-tier great clan in Ziyang County. Still, judging by his father's temperament, he wouldn't be so wasteful.

Then, under Rong Jin's gaze filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, the old master cheerfully poured another cup of Dahongpao tea for his precious great-grandson.

Apart from accepting consignments and auctions while taking a one-percent commission, the Libra Guild also directly purchased items. Cultivators who were in urgent need of money generally chose to sell their items directly to the auction house.

Filled with suspicion, Ding Dang looked down at the deck again. Down on the deck, that pitiful Agui was still lying on the ground, his hands and feet twitching.

With that, Murong Yuxuan stood on tiptoe, stretched out her delicate head to plant a kiss on Ming Mo's lips, and then said with a smile on her face.

"I don't like being ordered around by others. If you leave immediately, I can pretend nothing ever happened," Ye Feng sneered.

Lan Ling'er smiled without saying a word, her eyes never leaving the chessboard before her. One could read a person's mind by watching them play; his erratic moves showed that his thoughts were equally chaotic, and Mu Qing accompanied him in the game, clearly not wanting to pierce his disguise. This grandfather and granddaughter duo loved each other deeply, each in their own unique way.

With every single word he spoke, his voice pitched higher, until by the time he uttered the final word, his voice had completely cracked beyond recognition.

Ji Lingxuan frowned. She really found it hard to harbor any favorable feelings toward the people of the Wang family now, even though this Wang Xiaoling had never harmed her before and seemed very kind. However, she was no saint herself, and she couldn't help but transfer her anger to the Wang family members who had harmed her so miserably.