Chapter 77: Nothing More Than Those Two Clowns

"Eyelashes curled, eyes blinking and blinking, how does the sentence twist on my tongue just as I'm about to speak~"
Zhang Liang sang into the microphone with utter abandon, completely disregarding the fact that those around him were on the verge of violence...
"The atmosphere is so romantic, I need you by my side..."
"Bro, I'm begging you, can you please sing properly? My stomach hurts..."
Rong Aiyu was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, truly gasping for air!
"Stop making a fool of yourself!"
Cong Xuefei warned, feeling that this was just too much...
Can Zhang Liang sing well? To be honest—
A sharp slap rang out, and a fresh red handprint appeared on Chang Jing's face. Her tender left cheek was instantly swollen like a ripe peach, protruding high, evidence that You Jian had not held back in the slightest and had truly meant business.
How many merit points does a single mission yield? Just a few, maybe a few dozen. When would one ever save up ten thousand points? This is why the Ascendant Immortal Sect was so black-hearted.
In the end, Fang Leng decided to divorce his wife, but Yan Ran, unwilling to harm her disciple, chose to leave instead, allowing Fang Leng and his original wife to spend their lives together. She and Fang Leng would carry their longing for each other to their graves.
"Uncle Ying! Please, you can't die!" Liu Sisi hurriedly took out several healing pills and fed them to Ying Wuye, then pressed her hand to his chest. Though he was gravely injured, his heart was still beating, and his breath lingering. It must have been the strength of his demon beast body that had spared his life.
As for the latter, he was the very model of a gorilla, while the former—his fart had once sent a borderland hunter flying several meters. His formidable physique could even generate a 'dragon-level wind pressure' from his flatulence, a trait unique to giant monsters.
Hao Tian would not give it back; he had earned the ring by his own strength, so why should he return it? If they dared to get rough, Hao Tian would teach them a lesson.
"The Sword Force of the Mountain?" Xue Hanjiang wondered inwardly, but his hands did not stop. He unleashed the Storm Sword Technique, merging it with the Xun Zhen Sword Qi.
Seeing this, the crowd was puzzled, not knowing what Yi Yang was up to. Yet as they watched him leave, many couldn't help but sigh in relief. Being around someone as monstrously gifted as Yi Yang was a constant, unbearable pressure.
In that single second, He Feng's thoughts raced. In theory, the bell had already rung. At the speed of sound, 340 meters per second, the other party should have heard it by now, shouldn't they? Then what was the meaning of that stubborn right hand, still pushing forward? What was driving such relentless perseverance? Did it insist on crawling to his feet no matter what?
Watching those counterfeit heroes fall one after another at the hands of the Hulk, who radiated a green glow, viewers on the other side of the screen couldn't help but have the same thought.
Once you passed the Immortal Sect's entrance test, you could become a disciple, and from then on, your fate would change.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your things." Tong Zhenghong cried as he handed back what he had taken.
She took off her backpack and placed it in the car, hung her sunglasses from her collar, and leaned lazily against the car door, yawning as she waited for Sister Jing to get out.
The old man raised his head and stared into the distance, as if afraid his tears would fall, and spoke these words in a near trembling voice.
After waving goodbye to their classmates, Xiang Yang took Ning Xuanxuan by the hand and turned toward the banquet hall. Just as they reached the entrance, they bumped into Xiang Yang's grandmother.
Even if he could keep bidding higher, so what? The manner of that disciple from the Heavenly Star Sect suggested he would press the attack without hesitation.
Ning Xuanxuan nodded with a hint of disdain, eyes closed. In her opinion, Allen was as nagging as a chanting monk.
"Don't make it sound so ugly. I never meant to cheat you. I am a ninja with the highest standards of professional ethics and character."
At this time, Li Mi surrendered to Li Yuan. Li Yuan was overjoyed, appointed him as Minister of Ceremonies, granted him the title of Duke of Xing, and even married his cousin, Lady Dugu, to him, calling Li Mi his brother. But Li Mi was unwilling to be subordinate to anyone, clinging to his unrealistic imperial ambitions, deeply dissatisfied with his situation.