Volume 1, Chapter 34: I Have Missed Your Highness

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“Your Highness the Prince Consort…”

“Get lost…”

Dashu was shoved aside.

Cui Xingze looked terrifying as he charged forward without restraint.

The instant he saw Jiang Xuan, all the fury in his chest rushed to his head. Without a second thought, he swung his fist straight at Jiang Xuan’s face.

Jiang Xuan dodged with lightning speed, terror flashing across his features. “Cui Xingze, have you gone mad?”

Cui Xingze’s gaze was cold and murderous, his clear voice brimming with rage. “I have indeed gone mad. Today, I’m going to beat you to death, you bastard who seduces married women.”

Before the words had even left his mouth, he threw another punch.

The three elders of the Illusory Void Realm changed expressions dramatically. Chang Yi, whose strength was comparable to that realm, was actually about to self-detonate. The power this would unleash was enough to shock all three of them—so much so that they could not even stop him.

“Heh heh! If you have the nerve, kill me! These little tortures are nothing! Bring on everything you’ve got!” Qin Xiao glared up at the Great Demon Emperor in fury. When one lacked the strength, naturally one became an object for the other side’s humiliation and torment. Qin Xiao was fearless. He had already endured the Demon Refining Hell—what else could possibly break him?

Not only did he think so; even those watching below shared the same belief, with the sole exception of Lin Kexin.

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That old driver had been right after all. Lugu was a godforsaken place, and because it was still under development, all its roads were full of potholes. There were hardly any vehicles, let alone taxis.

Qin Xiao exhaled slowly. His figure flickered, and he vanished before the burly man like a bolt of lightning. The man’s blade cleaved through empty air. Just as he was staring in bewilderment, a dark blur flashed before his eyes.

Qin Xiao was suddenly standing in front of him, one hand clamped around his throat.

“You… just who are you?” The astonishment and disbelief on Big Black Horse’s face burst forth uncontrollably, almost tangible enough to grasp.

Chang Jinsheng turned his head and saw Hu Ya leading more than twenty team members as they veered toward the mountain and charged in this direction.

After arriving at the ancient mining district of the Blazing Flame Sect, Xiao Fan concealed himself outside the mine. Only after nightfall did he slip inside without making a sound. He entered the quarters where the miners rested, found someone he had known before, and quietly woke him.

Liu Chong immediately sent Zhang Jiang an order: keep a close watch on Dong Zhuo’s movements. Liu Chong even went so far as to reveal the secret, hinting that Dong Zhuo might flee west.

Though the phoenix-eyed man thought this to himself, he did not dare say it aloud. He could only reluctantly send the beauty in his arms away.

He checked the peephole because he was afraid of opening the door for no reason, only to hear someone shout, “FBI! You’re wanted internationally!”—the classic scene.

The situation was perfectly clear now. Even the veteran talent scout was helpless, so Ma Juncai could only assign the task to Han Ge, whose performance a few days earlier had been quite good.

The Blind Monk player was speechless. When had his captain started acting like that eccentric from the Qingfeng Team, always showing off?

Mu Qianqian could no longer hold back her tears. They fell with soft pats as she turned and walked away without saying a word.

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San Deng let out a cold snort. His body, which had been suspended in midair, descended before transforming into a streak of light and appearing beside Wu Xie.

“For my uncle’s safety, I asked Commander Xiao to summon a hundred Feathered Forest Guards from the palace to the prince’s residence to apprehend the thieves. You were a thousand times unwilling and ten thousand times reluctant, but you still shut them outside the gate…”

Ye Feng shuddered. His body shot through the air like a meteor, and during the flight he abruptly transformed into a demonic ape. He had unleashed the Seventy-Two Transformations—Demonic Ape Transformation—and grown as tall as a hill. The flying dagger in his hand plunged directly into the Flame Beast’s chest.

Xia Xun knew that Ye Qingcheng was merely putting on an act, but even after hearing her words, he still lifted the corners of his lips in satisfaction. The thousand-year frost on his face showed signs of melting, though it soon returned to normal.

Their credentials, however, were far more impressive than Han Ge’s, making them his seniors in the field. The artists they represented were actors or singers; they were basically no longer responsible for models.

At Xiang Yu’s side, Demon King Zong Que and the others were all delighted for Ye Feng, because their relationship with him was different.

Nowadays, paid music had become one of the most important sources of income for most singers. In this society, Jincheng was merely a platform and opportunity for sharing music and making money, and was essentially dispensable.