Chapter 41: Musical Performance!

Tang Wange was so immersed in her own world that she didn't hear a word they said. Just as she was about to poke at her cake, Ling Fei slapped her hand away!

"Wange, stop eating! It's our turn to perform!"

"Huh? Is it our turn already? Wait, I’m not ready yet. Let me find where my instrument went!"

After saying this, Tang Wange didn't forget to stuff another mouthful of cake into her mouth before slowly fumbling around in her desk compartment.

Shangguan Jue was currently wearing a white cotton bathrobe, her makeup completely removed, and her hair draped loosely behind her.

Fortunately, the quality of the Dragon God's power was extremely high, capable of completely suppressing the power of the Maze Master. Furthermore, since the personal space belonged entirely to Yan Xu, the extracted power would not dissipate; it remained confined within the magic circle. Yan Xu’s true form had ample time to absorb and transform this unique energy; he only needed to wait.

"Master, has your Lotus Lantern fused with several types of divine fire from the dawn of chaos?" The Great Emperor of Fengdu, true to his status as an acquired creator god, saw through the secret of the Lotus Lantern at a glance.

However, with every step she took, she could see the guards of the Witch Castle. Hua Wanyi could believe that her every move would surely be reported to Wu Chensheng.

Friendship between men often emerges in inexplicable ways. At the very least, after truly seeing Luo Qiheng again, Su Hong had genuinely set aside his past prejudices and grievances, learning to accept and face him with composure.

With such a good opportunity to make a wish, you are still thinking about the patient. Why don't you think about yourself?

To specialize in one area, one cannot be completely blank in others; one must have a solid foundation before excelling in a specific field.

"Hey, there’s still time to change your tune. A pauper like you has probably never seen Jade-Stay-No-Go in your entire life. I won't hold it against you." The young master of the Fifth family spoke with feigned magnanimity, as if he had convinced himself with that excuse.

"Without the Master’s enlightenment, Li Qian would still be a curved-horn green ox, and I don't know how many times I would have died!" Li Qian looked up at the Eastern Emperor, speaking in a muffled, nasal tone. He kept sniffing as he spoke, mostly because he was afraid he couldn't control his nose and snot would stream down into his mouth.

"But your identity, I’m afraid it might be a bit inappropriate. It would be better if I went." Once Yao Ji understood Kong Xuan's intentions, she knew that if Kong Xuan were to propose marriage, his identity would certainly be awkward.

As for the wine, Su Nian'an always ignored it anyway; she didn't touch a drop, and whenever she clinked glasses with Qin Muchen, she was always holding a beverage.

"Winnie, what is so bad about me that makes you hate me so much? In what way am I not good enough for you?" Saddam was clearly unwilling to retreat just like that. Having finally seen her, how could he leave so easily?

However, everyone knew very well that this was all because of Ling Feng's presence on the field. If not for him, it would certainly be Fulham leading by two goals now, not Wigan Athletic.

The Underworld Emperor stood by the edge of the cave, a light breeze lifting the hem of his pale green robes. He was gazing into the cave entrance, lost in thought. After a while, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending a powerful gust of wind into the cavern. In an instant, the cave erupted like a boiling pot, filled with an endless, rustling sound.

An Nianchu let out a bitter laugh. If you loved appearing before me so much, why did you never show up during the days I was abroad? Why were you never by my side every time I was at my lowest and in the most pain?

With a loud bang, dozens of bodyguards in front were sent flying, knocking into several others along the way, before their bodies were scattered and plastered against the wall, only to fall down a moment later.

The old man waited for a moment, and seeing the Emperor still standing there like a statue, he had no choice but to urge him once more. The Heavenly Emperor turned around slowly, cast a cold, indifferent glance at the old man, and walked back toward the temple.