42 Compounding Mistakes

He had previously abandoned the people of Dongzhou in favor of those from Yizhou; was he now to abandon Yizhou as well?

"No, I have a better way." A voice rang out, and everyone turned to look at its owner.

To support this operation, all products under the Wave Group underwent a week of promotion. Combined with offline marketing, the news of receiving red packets via WeChat offline payments instantly became a trending topic.

As the fires of esports burned bright, the grand finale of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" officially kicked off at the Shanghai Exhibition Center, adding fuel to the flames.

Xiao Ning was also feeling the strain, his face pale; the soul power of a human Dou Huang was even stronger than he had anticipated.

Back in the school’s monitoring room, Kelly watched this scene through a crystal ball, her lip twitching involuntarily. She thought to herself, if her father ever found out that Liko had turned the sacred beast of the Temple of Light into such a state, would he draw his blade and strike her down?

"I got mine earlier than you!" Reba was getting carried away, actually comparing the timing of their awards with Gu Yusheng.

Xie Tian nodded and followed the Paramount manager to the door of the private box. He took a deep breath—the show was about to begin. He feared that he would soon have to bid farewell to this Shanghai Bund. He then looked at the respectful manager beside him.

Shen Lang naturally ignored these tiresome fans. With the end of the year approaching, he simply left the group's affairs to Zhang Yong so he could stay home and spend time with his wife and children.

This was why, during the Han Sheng incident, Leo had once remarked with a sense of desolation while dealing with the Bone Demon that he was no longer a hero; he had abandoned everything that made him a champion.

Furthermore, when Yang Lan'er and Qin Muyan entered the Abyss of Myriad Fathoms, they actually mentioned definitive news regarding the Heavenly Staircase to Sainthood. The crowd was stunned, immediately realizing the source of such information.

Following this, the guards surrounding Noble Lady Xiao suddenly departed, vanishing into the darkness one by one.

For the moment, Xiuran felt a surge of sweet, metallic blood rising in his throat. However, the pride of a man’s duel forced him to swallow it back, his eyes fixed on Ji Wuche with a provocative stare.

Zhu Qilang remained silent, watching Ji Rongyu, waiting to see what she would say. Compared to her, he felt even more conflicted and anxious.

"Your Majesty..." The Seventh Prince’s mother collapsed to her knees on the spot, her face drained of color. Cold sweat poured down, and she trembled uncontrollably, lacking the courage to even look at the man she had once been madly in love with.

With the testimonies of honest men like Zhu Er and Zhao Hui, the commoners turned against Ji Xin, hurling insults at him.

In the Divine Realm, escape techniques were rarely used. Conventional methods were often slower than flying on a sword, making them relatively useless skills.

Nalan Zi remained motionless, as if she hadn't even noticed the attack. As it drew near, her ribbons suddenly began to flutter without a breeze, dancing through the air and effortlessly neutralizing the strike.

If not for Yang Lan'er, he might have insisted that Yimi’s father follow them. The rich experience of an old sailor was something rare and invaluable.

Her skill panel remained unchanged, but Ji Rongyu was not dissatisfied. Since the silk scroll had initiated a new mission, she simply began reviewing the plot. After finishing, she hesitated for a moment.

"Who can say for sure? Perhaps you will really need my help in the future. After all, the way you do things is a bit… Zhang Chulan..." Jiang Xin smiled, cupped his hands in a salute, and turned to leave.

Saliva sprayed toward Wu Yingbo, who dodged left and right, watching as the spots hit by the venom turned pitch black. Enraged, he used Instant Transmission to appear above the snake-man, driving his Chaos Spear directly into the creature's crown.

The red-eyed puppeteer watched as the third-generation Gu King body consumed the materials without breaking through to the God level. Like a gambler who had lost his entire fortune, he was overcome with regret, sorrow, self-reproach, reluctance, and fury.

He had become the Prince Regent through sheer force; just because he appeared to have no soldiers in his hands now, did you really think he had lost control of the military?

It must be said that parental love is a pitiable thing, whether one is a mere mortal or as powerful as the Demon King.

A competent firefighter, a pathetic party to an unequal labor contract, a lamb led onto a pirate ship with no way to escape but to be slaughtered—why was she so miserable?

"Regarding that person's identity, is there really no news from your father?" Emperor Jingyuan slowly closed his eyes, appearing to grow languid under the Empress’s comfort.

The suppression of Zhuo Yuming over the years was not because he looked down on the young man. On the contrary, Sui Jin had long ago recognized Zhuo Yuming's extraordinary talent and was satisfied with his character, but unsure of the Demon Lord's stance, he had intentionally made things difficult as a form of tempering.

"I came here to find the whereabouts of the Shennong Manual. Now that I know, I won't be staying here," said Kshatriyasha.

Having grown up in a peaceful era, Ye Yue only stepped forward in times of crisis, completing her transformation through battle. Though she felt sorry, the half-demons had no more time to wait.

The previous incident with the comet had displeased the Emperor, who had vented his anger on them. Now that there was an auspicious omen, they wouldn't have to live in such constant fear.

However, the matter was not settled; they would have to wait for Song Yiyi’s lecture to confirm whether she would actually be teaching here.

Compared to the red clouds on the horizon, these varying shades of red felt closer. Compared to the sky about to swallow the sunset, the calm, waveless pool before them was deeper and colder. Riding on the fish’s back, there was an illusion of being infinitely close to the firmament.

"I only did it to please him back then. I don't like cooking; it’s too tiring. Besides, I have other things to attend to and no time. If you really want to eat something, I'll have my cook prepare something according to my recipe and send it to you later," Song Yiyi said reluctantly.

Song Yiyi frowned as he took the remaining porridge from the lunch box, pushed it toward her, and insisted she taste it herself.

Field, his gaze somewhat vacant, suddenly thought of the blood of the Zakaya Abyss Leech on his own body.

Chen Yuan had always respected those who could sacrifice their lives for a faith or obsession. Moreover, the other party was only an eight or nine-year-old child with a whole life of beauty yet to experience. He asked himself, he could not stand by and watch someone die.

As for the Ye family, for many, they had vanished decades ago. A power that had disappeared for twenty years naturally would not attract the attention of the younger generation.