Chapter 121: Resonance

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"Excellent, excellent, keep it up, very good! Camera, move in for a close-up! Hold that expression!" Qiu Ying, watching the monitor behind the lens, was full of praise, nodding incessantly. "What's going on with your wife? Did she secretly take acting classes behind our backs while we were filming the variety show? If you can't call this a leap forward, it’s certainly nothing short of a transformation!"

Yu Baichuan looked at Li Wanbai with eyes full of pride and affection. He smiled and said, "I had Wei Qun..."

Although he lacked a radiant expression or an overbearing aura, the young man’s profound and reserved nature instantly instilled a great sense of wariness in Wu Qiumo.

"Xiangxiangna, get up first. Uh, everyone, listen to me. Give me your phones now, and I will gift you a set of clothes. But you must stay five meters away from me while I perform a spell," Wu Yong said suddenly. Since he was leaving, he decided to give them each a set of clothes so they could part on good terms.

Upon hearing this news, many people were concerned about the scale of the conflict. With such powerful experts fighting, wouldn't the resulting impact be terrifyingly catastrophic?

"I... I'm ready," she replied, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum. It was a stark contrast to the courageous, high-spirited attacker who had just been preparing to head to heaven, constantly invoking Allah. She barely mentioned Allah now.

But what he did not expect was that it was precisely this attitude that made Zhao Tiezhu even more dissatisfied.

"Brother Tiezhu, we promise our children won't bully others again. Please, spare us!" several fathers approached Zhao Tiezhu, begging for mercy.

Subsequently, Mu Yi closed his eyes, merging his mind with the Fire of Ancestors. In reality, this was not the first time he had done so; rather, he had been constantly using the lamp to hone his mental strength. Now, his mental energy had become incredibly pure—in terms of purity alone, it was likely no less than that of those at the perfection stage.

Because Ling Tian was completely burning his life force, he could gain a slight advantage over Zhao Tiezhu in every exchange. However, Zhao Tiezhu was indifferent to these injuries; with the assistance of the Kongtong Seal, he could recklessly trade blow for blow with Ling Tian.

Before Zong Nie could finish his sentence, Su Jinxi’s sharp sword and unpredictable moves were already upon him.

Yu Shiyi did not take the teacup from Fu Duoduo’s hand; he simply lay on the bed, watching her.

A sudden wind rose outside the window. The night breeze whipped the tree branches, casting shadows against the pane that resembled man-eating demons, evoking a chilling sense of dread in anyone who saw them.

"First of all, don't categorize us into bel canto or folk singing groups. If I sing a folk song using bel canto technique and do it well, will you then create a 'bel-folk' category? I don't think there's any need for such complexity."

Now, everyone was full of confidence. The setup in the first few episodes had been so well-received that, having seen the later plot, there was no reason to lack confidence anymore.

With the deaths or surrenders of key officials like Yin Wei, Yao Shuode, Di Bozhi, and Yao Min, the Crown Prince’s strength had been significantly weakened.

Hearing this, Wei Shuo’s entire body shuddered, his mind feeling as though it had been struck by something, exploding in a sudden burst.

"You brat, you’ve all learned to be bad." Just as Wu Xie was about to get into the passenger seat, Gao Zhengsheng snatched it first. Helpless, Wu Xie had to get into the back.

He had once put himself in the other's shoes, thinking that if it were him, he could never have been as decisive and ruthless as Tuoba Gui.

Pulled along by Ye Weiyu, he first took various photos with her dorm mates, then took several intimate shots with her before they agreed to change clothes and meet at Yuxiu Garden.

"Continue," Ling Tian said indifferently, his gaze sweeping across the attendees. When he walked through the door just now, he had heard Yan Fei speaking and knew the meeting was about to get to the main point.