Chapter 154 Yang Mi: Why Can't It Be You Who Plagiarized?

Lu Xingyu is no fool. Even Divine Monarchs cannot exert their full strength here, and the person Chen Tian claims can change the situation is an extraterrestrial being.

A moment later, the old man withdrew his hand, turned to look at Liu Dong, and said, "Eldest Young Master, the Second Young Master's condition is not very optimistic. I need to channel my energy to heal his injuries. Please step outside for a moment."

Though she felt a certain degree of indignation, she came from a prominent and cultured family, so she did not lose her composure easily.

After the imperial physician instructed the servants to place the items on the table, he stepped forward to pay his respects to Lu Ziyue.

At this time, the old man and some of the company's senior executives finally reacted. They never expected that she would already have such a massive influence in the fashion world. The executives were extremely surprised, though the old man had originally intended to have her appear before the public as a mysterious guest during the company's centennial anniversary celebration.

Liu Bizhong first led them to a large reception hall on Lingshan. After Lu Ziyue walked in, Liu Bizhong motioned for her to take one of the two seats at the very top.

However, by the same token, just for the sake of Zhao Yujiao, Qin Tianze would also become far more powerful, determined to protect her well.

As the saying goes, comparison brings harm. By contrast, the old Taoist was much more skillful, simply wrapping a jade thumb ring in a yellow paper talisman and sticking it onto Chen Tian's forehead.

Although Ning Qi felt that even if Captain Zheng hadn't given these reminders, the villagers wouldn't find fault—not to mention that there was no one like Xue Caifang among them, otherwise she wouldn't have helped carry the goods—every single item of merchandise had been carefully and thoughtfully selected by her.

Jiang Jingjing, who was always generous and poised, actually burst out cursing, leaving even Shu Ziliang bewildered.

She was truly exhausted. She had spoken to her countless times and tried to persuade her repeatedly, but Rong Rong remained obstinate and stubborn, and now even insisted on cutting ties with her.

She was all too familiar with Fu Siyan's expression. When they were in love, he used to look at her with that exact gaze—profound and mesmerizing, leaving her utterly infatuated.

Gu Xiayan was both furious and anxious, but constrained by the presence of Duan Moyan, she dared not say anything. She forced the words back down, feeling as though she had swallowed a pound of raw stones.

Su Qiubai did not walk through the streets and alleys; instead, she leaped and traversed across the rooftops. Whenever anyone entered her field of view, she would immediately raise her SKS to fire and eliminate them, then let Zhang Meng on the ground gather the spoils.

Ever since that day, no one in the school ever dared to bully her again, and Liang Siyan only dared to glare at her from afar, never once summoning the courage to step forward and provoke her.

Fan Yi walked forward slowly, then placed both hands against the stone door, gradually increasing his strength.

Old Zhu's emotions were in extreme turmoil, as countless memories and past events surged before his eyes—scene after scene from days gone by.

If it were true, he might even be able to seize this opportunity to befriend them and subsequently forge connections with influential figures like the Marquis of Zhenbei.

Bu Sibei looked terrifyingly gruesome, and even the surrounding commoners grimaced in fear at the sight of him looking like a fiend incarnate.

Her tears hung precariously on her lashes, as captivating as the green pearls on her earlobes. She looked like a beautiful flower bud, evoking deep pity in anyone who saw her.

Everything had been fine during their meal just now. Why had she cried like this after a brief trip to the kitchen?

Looking at the man lying on the ground who had already lost all breath of life, Ye Kai felt no fear. After all, in their line of work, everyone had killed before, and they were all accustomed to seeing the dead.

Wanwan Ling and Bai Yingtian had both acquired the energy within the black pool, but he would never again have the opportunity to compete with the others.

At this moment, Ye Mengfan still maintained his carefree and nonchalant demeanor, showing not the slightest trace of anxiety. Given the old master of the Ye family's understanding of his third son, had he not already settled the matter in his mind, he would never have been so calm and composed.

"It's settled then. If you dare to act up or cry, I'll throw you out to feed the wolves," Xuchao Mou frightened him.

The ambient temperature dropped significantly at once. The people around did not dare to speak casually, fearing that the CEO's anger would cost them their livelihood.

The crashing waves beat them apart, and when the tide receded, where was there any trace of Yue Qingcheng?

Mu Ziwei had lost her strength, so she could only follow closely behind Mo Si, letting him carry her as they flew up toward the palace.

Everyone knows that Fenrir is the entity that swallowed the Allfather Odin and one of the chief culprits behind Ragnarok, but few know that Fenrir was fiercely loyal to his father, Loki. Fierce to his enemies and loyal to his own—such was Fenrir, and such was Rean's blessing to the King of White Wolves.

This, however, brought misery to the unkempt cultivator beside him, who was forced to raise his blade with all his might, blocking upward in a sweeping, fire-warding posture.

With a deafening "boom," another missile frigate of the Rumbaru Empire suffered a massive explosion. One look at the vessel's condition revealed it was beyond saving; sinking to the ocean floor was its only destiny.

Yet, the temporal stream cannot be designated by regional locations like Earth, Mars, the Moon, or China, Japan, and South Korea. In the boundless and endless river of space and time, there are no relative coordinate systems akin to longitude and latitude... Even if there were, you would know, and so would they.

The silver-robed man was also stunned. Hearing the commotion, he turned his head just in time to witness dozens of cudgels raining down. The overwhelming momentum made his heart pound violently, nearly leaping out of his throat.

After arriving here, a sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his heart, causing the immortal energy within him to instantly erupt and wrap around his body. Without hesitation, he charged directly toward the other side.

In fact, Yang Ying was not looking at Wang Meng; rather, she was pondering that remark. A single sentence can awaken a dreamer: those who cannot perceive the profoundness of the initiating stance do not need this move to counter it, and for those who can perceive it, the stance is useless—one only needs to target the sword intent. Yang Ying understood this because she possessed it as well.

The First Elder trusted Yang Chen implicitly, so he directly delivered the jade slip containing the body-refining technique brought down from the immortal realm by Zhou Sheng straight to Yang Chen. This was originally something Sect Master Wu intended the First Elder to produce only if he failed to sway Yang Chen, but the First Elder simply handed it over directly.

This year could be considered a turning point in the political situation of the Song Dynasty. Following the death of Empress Dowager Gao, Emperor Zhezong Zhao Xu, who had been suppressed and stifled for eight full years, was finally able to take the reins of government in person.

The moment Wang Meng walked in carrying his hoe, Suo Ming swung a heavy hammer straight down toward his face.