Volume One, Chapter 30: Fallen from the Pedestal
A flurry of question marks floated across the live comments.
[Laughable, who does she think she is, passing judgment on an artist?]
[What’s the use of being pretty if her values are all wrong?]
[Shen Hanchuan is the pride of our people!]
[Don’t be ridiculous, she didn’t even say much, did she? She doesn’t look like an ordinary person—what if she actually knows some inside story?]
He could sense now that what he’d once believed to be the weakening of his abilities from a long slumber was, in truth, just the imperfect union of soul and body. They could not fully master all the secrets of their own flesh.
“That makes it even simpler. My parents hope I’ll find a good match…” Su Yin said as she began tidying up the items on the stall, covering them carefully to shield them from dust.
“It’s fine. Now that Qiuqiu’s been taken away, no one will bother us anymore.” As Jin Yan finished speaking, he leaned in and kissed her.
A hundred miles from Mo Niang’s home, a courtyard suddenly appeared atop a desolate mountain. Within it stood a single statue, a wooden carving of the Grandmaster of Supreme Purity.
For instance, there was a component resembling a head, made up of four right-angled triangles. If not for the streaks of blue light flickering at its center, Ling Zhoutian would have thought it was just a rectangular brain.
“Enough, enough!” The old man felt embarrassed. How could such a beautiful girl be such a fool?
But the main divine artifact was not something easily found. They had searched through the Void for centuries without the slightest clue. In the end, they were almost ready to abandon their hope of returning to the super plane.
Surely, for these monster thralls, the chance to take part in Tang Ze’s grand conquest was an exhilarating prospect.
For example, he thought it was fortunate the Terminator didn’t have a gun—only for the Terminator to pull one out. He hoped the plane wouldn’t descend, and then the plane dove straight down.
Qiu Ming led the guest outside to fetch money. When he returned, he saw Liangzi standing at the doorway to a hospital room, grinning broadly.
Others might not know, but Fu Yalin was very clear: this slightly unshaven man before her was the legendary God of Wealth whose merest footstep could shake both the official and business worlds of China.
“But my clothes are expensive. They could pawn my clothes and buy new ones,” said Xie Dalang.
Lin Chen nodded with a smile. He had originally hoped to continue working with Ding Qiubai, especially since he planned to let go of TV dramas next year.
Even someone like her, who had never been fond of Xia Gengyi, felt utterly delighted after being so sincerely praised by her.
Her height suddenly increased by three centimeters, a sensation like muscles being stretched. With a spasm of the body, everything abruptly lost its flavor and excitement.
Shi Jin, Gao Cheng, Cheng Cai, and Wu Liu Yi were in an increasingly heated discussion, and even Old Ma’s popularity had risen a little.
The families of the condemned wailed in grief, while the onlookers cheered and applauded, rejoicing in the downfall of the local despot. The sound of clapping drowned out the cries; the execution ground was in an uproar.
Just thinking of this filled their hearts with both joy and anticipation, wishing that day would come sooner.
Yet Xiao Wan Ci also knew that Granny Huang was risking much for her sake, daring to broach such a subject despite the danger.
A pair of bulging, blood-red eyes stared intently at the group who had halted their steps. From its throat came a thick, phlegm-choked growl, while its massive hooves scraped the earth like an enraged bull.
The eunuch had to return and report; he could not linger outside for long. After a brief conversation with Su Tangqing, he ordered Miao Xia to quickly apply medicine to Su Tangqing’s wounds before taking his leave.
Originally, Ye Tian’s martial prowess was thought to be several levels above that of the average grandmaster.
His gaze was fixed on the Supreme King of Heaven and Earth above, only to see the king coldly withdraw the Ancient Sword of Life and Death.
It was a giant, dressed in greasy clothes, one hand grasping a person, the other holding a sharp knife, moving with swift efficiency.