Chapter 72: The Renowned Director Qi Song

The livestream grew even more frenzied.

“Oh my god, they actually sent a million!”

“Heavens, I can’t take this anymore, someone call an ambulance for me!”

“Manman Deep Affection, I beg you, tell us your name, I’ll follow you from now on!”

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Mo Zhu Yue suddenly fell silent. Luo Luo couldn’t solve it, but her father could. Yet she refused to reveal her family—what was this about?

After many experiences, Fang Nan’s way of thinking had changed greatly. He understood now that in this world, strength reigns supreme. If you are strong enough, even if you make mistakes, someone will always find a way to excuse you. There’s no such thing as reasonable or unreasonable. Besides, what was a mere honorary elder of the Demon Sect?

Everything of the Yin family, or everything belonging to Mu Yihan, Chen Jiaqi had nothing to begin with, so he simply wanted more. Even if she could escape, the crowd was already mad. She might get away once or twice, but who could say if she’d be lucky a third or fourth time?

Today, the reason he came out was because the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Dao Sect was strangely abnormal. He hadn’t expected that the cause of such a dramatic change would be a young man who had only just reached the early stage of Innate Communication. How could he not be shocked?

President Zhou was plotting how to deal with Xia Yang, but upon hearing Xia Yang’s words, he was startled.

As for the legendary Frost Domain of the Lich, it seemed only a mighty brute could make a difference.

Mo Zhu Yue’s frown deepened as she listened; outside, chaos reigned, and if it continued, even the tranquility of Black Wind Cliff would be no more.

“It was just a small favor, no need to thank me. Besides, you brought something over, so we’re even, aren’t we?” Whether his wounds had healed was none of her concern, but Ling Xue’s expression remained indifferent as she replied.

Meanwhile, Old Wang and his group had just rushed downstairs. The sight of blood and bodies everywhere stunned them for a moment, but they quickly grabbed whatever weapons they could and joined the fray.

Su Zhiqing was held in his arms, his powerful aura enveloping her senses, and she suddenly felt her hand pressed against his chest go numb.

Yu Wuming turned to look at Vivian, surprised. “Why?” Vivian smiled but said nothing.

Qi Han was momentarily confused. “What?” Before she could ask any further, Zhuang Yichen seized her hand and dragged her away.

Lin Qianyu lay curled up in bed, feeling her stomach churning as if a knife were twisting inside her, pain so intense her vision darkened and cold sweat drenched her body.

Liang Luoren seemed to have mustered all his strength to utter those words; as soon as he finished, he collapsed outside the door and wept loudly.

Lu Qinglan had taken a week’s leave. After today’s events, the urge to leave Ruilla surfaced. She could no longer work with Ling Wei.

Lin Qianyu was frantic, unable to wait any longer, and told the driver to head straight to the best hospital in the city.

“How are you? Are you alright? Is anything uncomfortable? Tell Mom,” Jiang Ranran asked, worried and anxious, while Gu Lingxiu hurried to comfort her.

It was always said that the Immortal Slaughter Sword Formation had only three moves. Even just three moves were enough to make many people wary. If one mastered the fourth move, wouldn’t that mean qualifying to stand among the top young talents?

Li Zhaoming’s face flashed a mischievous grin as he ogled Jiang Qingxue’s stunning figure, his expression lewd.

Thinking this way, I felt even more confused, because I hadn’t taken time to calmly consider many things before passing judgment. I couldn’t help but wonder—have I truly neglected those around me?

She had no idea what Ye Shaoyang had said to Mu Jinchen on the phone, but she didn’t want Mu Jinchen to go inside.