Chapter 27

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The backstage area is in a bit of a state of chaos. On one hand, for a live broadcast of this scale, even with meticulous preparations, minor issues are bound to arise in the details. When these accumulate, they trigger all sorts of messy complications.

Although Lee Soon-kyu was born abroad, her years of living in Daijiang City and the tempering she received during her time as an entertainer made her quite adept at social nuances and the exchange of social graces.

However, the social structure has changed, as has the broader environment, and with them, the needs and spiritual requirements of humanity. Consequently, children from different eras have no common ground for comparison.

After all, not every season of a talent show produces a successful idol group, making income unstable. If a company can operate a group with a solid foundation and consistent returns, which company wouldn't be tempted?

Liu Bei intended to attack Guangling to secure a foothold. The defender there was Wu Jing, an uncle of Sun Ce who served under Yuan Shu at the time. The defenses were so strict that after a long siege, it remained unconquerable.

Now, my only connection with Ms. Song is this duet. If the duet is finished and the competition ends, will I ever have a chance to see her again?

Shu Jin could not understand why someone like him was sent here. Could it be that there was truly no one left in command?

Now that Chen Yuan wants his father to be reburied in the ancestral tomb, does that not mean he intends to return to the fold of the Chen clan of Yingchuan?

"What do we do now? My brother and his family are currently just being detained and haven't been formally sentenced. Although it affects us, it's not the worst of it. Once the charges are confirmed, our entire Fan family is finished." Fan Mingyi hated Xia Chunmei to the core.

Yes, shortly after what happened last semester, Ms. Song stopped allowing me to attend rehearsals.

Chen Langya said indifferently, slowly pulling a switchblade from his pocket and stabbing it fiercely into the table beside him.

Whether it is fanaticism, sentimentality, or excitement, Tiansheng can naturally understand them. But he cannot understand this sense of bewilderment. Red Boy went through incredible hardships and even resorted to schemes just to return to the Taiyin Heaven. Now that he has returned and his wish has been fulfilled, how could he feel lost?

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Shi Jingtian ignored Huoyun's mockery, his pale, weary eyes remaining sharp. He then began to weave hand seals with lightning speed.

"No way! I knew it—as soon as I entered the first floor, I saw a video, and it was so moving," Tang Youyou said with a hint of sadness.

"Who are you?" Long Jingtian was taken aback by the overly familiar man, blinking in confusion as he asked.

Finishing his last glass of wine, Qin Feng called the owner to pay the bill. He stepped out of the restaurant, retrieved his gear from the trunk, sat in the car to change into his tactical suit, and tucked his pistol into his waistband. He then wrapped the captured demon blade in black cloth, placed it on the back seat, started the engine, and drove toward the Master's siheyuan.

When he arrived downstairs, it was already eight in the morning. The sun was bright, and taxis were moving back and forth on the road. He hailed one and headed toward the Radio and Television University.

She, of course, did not know that the computers were all with Wang Dong, and the terminals at the No. 5 Information Department were all shut down; how could they possibly reply to her?

Everything was hidden beneath the surface, yet proceeding silently according to plan. If one ignored the feelings of the parties involved in every event, it appeared as though every matter was a perfect and joyful success.

When Tiansheng brought Jing Ruoyun to their place of seclusion, three days had already passed. Mo Wentian should be awake by now.

Just a moment ago, the Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis liquidated all his assets and martial arts manuals in the Netherworld Mall, exchanging them for a ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb.

The Divine Silkworm Ridge, one of the ancient imperial clans—Qin Fang’s previous attempt to wipe them out had not been too difficult for them.

It turned out that Cheng Ying was showing him something related to technology, specifically about single-person battle armor. Cheng Ying nodded and said, "We have Aila to thank for this!" Just then, Aila’s figure appeared on the screen, standing to the side with her arms crossed. Hearing her name, she looked toward Cheng Ying.

"Doctor, I suddenly feel so sleepy..." Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed. Li Yunfei caught her, pulled out a mattress to lay her down, and began to carefully study the Aether particles within her body.

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Ji Wangze raised an eyebrow as he looked at Wang Jie and asked, "Can you use your sacrifice technique again?" "Uh!" Wang Jie was unable to answer, because if he were to force the activation of the technique, he would only be sacrificing his own life while enduring even greater backlash. Wang Jie shook his head.

"The Far East has endured for 160 years! Waiting a few more seconds is nothing!" Nate, who had descended from the sky, knocked several assailants aside and shouted this to Honda II.

Is Luo Fengyue a fool? Not at all. She simply wanted to seize this opportunity to completely break ties with that good-for-nothing Li Bin, even if it meant dragging the Luo family's reputation through the mud.

In this way, the Dutch soldiers hiding behind the battlements were in dire straits. Explosive shells detonated continuously on the city walls, the shockwaves carrying shrapnel and flying debris, causing the Dutch soldiers to wail and suffer heavy casualties.

"The King once gave me a demon-slaying blade, but I was framed by villains and it was left at the church. You recognize this, right?" Shu Feng said, pulling out the High Priest's Yin-Yang Fish.

A cannon blast rang out—it was Captain Im's tank. He hadn't ordered fire before because the young man’s group was there. Now that the group had been wiped out, he naturally had no reservations.

This organ, which functioned as both brain and heart, consumed sixty percent of the body's total nutrients and energy every single moment.

"This is the second daughter of the Bai family, Qingfeng. I hope you will all take care of her in the future," Wu Wanzhi said with a smile.

"It is already past noon. Why doesn't Sister Qingcheng stay another day and leave tomorrow?" Ouyang Shaoguang urged her to stay.

Seeing the expression and look in Dorgon's eyes, the former's pupils constricted sharply, followed by a look of savage malice on his face.