Volume One, Chapter 79: Could it be that he has fallen for Fu Yuting?

"......"
Those light words, five in all, seemed to drain all the oxygen from Lu Jingyan in an instant.
All his righteous questions were, at this moment, completely blocked by this deadly counter-question.
He was like a rooster whose throat had been gripped—every sound abruptly ceased.
Xu Qian.
Yes, Xu Qian...
Zhou Tong was naturally very familiar with Lu Yemeng, often visiting the set when Xu Meng was filming domestic scenes.
Though Chen Zishu’s singing just now was a little flawed, it wasn't a big issue. After all, the equipment was already set up here; if it were more professional, the performance would surely be better.
In truth, Wang Yuyan herself wasn’t clear about her own feelings—it certainly wasn’t love at first sight.
The reason for her persistent questioning was simply to show "those above" that she had made an effort.
Duwa stared at Batman's silhouette, his patience already exhausted and ready to parasitize Batman directly.
Zhou Dong looked at his wife with an aggrieved expression—was it really appropriate to praise him so much right in front of him?
Duwa pondered and suddenly laughed. Both were possible. Yet he was determined to obtain the Ultimate Armor. He had planned to act as soon as the Ultimate Watcher lost to Perpetua, but now he felt that waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt.
Xiao Chen lowered his head, holding his sword horizontally, his teeth clamped around the blade as he lunged forward at a thousand meters per second.
After the Game and the Gods of Virtuality, the Dream Game, and the "Otherworld Portal" came into existence, Zhang Zhiwei gained the authority to communicate directly with the heavens.
Chen Yuan, overwhelmed by Zhou Yi’s retort, didn’t know what to say for a moment and could only hang up the phone.
"We are reporters from Old Dragon Bay TV. When we came to the carnival this morning, we witnessed your brilliant performance. According to our research, you now have quite a few fans. May we ask if you two are confident about the upcoming competition?"
The duel between Eastern Spirit Wood and Tang Chuan caused a great commotion, attracting the attention of many cultivators. However, with Eastern Spirit Wood revealing its true form and exerting boundless pressure, coupled with Tang Chuan's earth-shattering howl, none dared covet this place.
Despite not seeing elves for the first time, the tremendous destruction they caused still left Silver deeply shaken.
Even the weakest among those dozen or so people was a Five-Star Battle Emperor, yet such power was inevitably crushed by Zhao Yi’s cold snort—what kind of strength was this?
In the ruins, a figure stood motionless, its entire body pitch-black, indistinguishable from charred coal.
Lina Ka’s fury made Xiao Feng feel a chill run down his spine; he suddenly realized something was amiss.
Wang Yulong was stunned, thinking he hadn’t even explained his intentions, yet it seemed as if the other had seen right through him. Though surprised, time was pressing, so Wang Yulong responded directly, coming straight to the point.
It’s over! The performance flopped. Buried in sand for so long—if not dead, he’d need to be rushed to the hospital immediately. It was just for fun, was it worth risking life? The previous performance had already been good; there was no need to push for thrills and get into trouble. Everyone felt Ronnie’s reckless behavior was unwise.
As the crowd scattered in escape, Li Qing was unhurried. The Soul Pearl suddenly appeared, releasing an invisible energy that radiated outwards in a circular pattern.
"But the one with red eyes, purple skin, who likes to wear a long overcoat and keeps his hands in his pockets?" Sun Wuben asked.
Seiji Yukimura spoke calmly, showing no concern for his teammates, as if his actions were all for Akaya Kirihara’s sake.