Chapter 155: Consecutive Failures

"I will get it processed for you, you can enter the venue right now," the old man tossed over a pass and said.

"Thank you very much," Dao Sansheng said in gratitude, took the pass, and walked straight into the venue. At that moment, he saw that the field was as vast as a football pitch, densely packed with a sea of human heads...

As for Su Nini, on the night of the first, after ten o'clock, she packed some clothes and drove to Jin Yongyi's apartment.

Bai Shuyun sent off Qiao Ling'er, and instead of lingering in the back mountains, she headed toward the main hall of the Cang Sect.

He had already maintained the utmost restraint toward Carol, and tried his best to avoid excessive contact with him.

Of course he knew what this meant; Qiao Lihao had most likely discovered Qiao Guo's illness onset, yet simply acted as if he saw nothing.

Tell him that we are just friends? That I have never harbored any romantic thoughts toward you? That we are impossible? That we have no future, so you should just give up quickly?

Dong Zicheng did not forget the vow he made on his wedding day; he genuinely wanted to spend a lifetime living well with Hu Xue. As long as she could temper her temper just a little bit, he was willing to indulge her, even if he became the laughingstock of outsiders.

The elders of the Chi family were the most exasperated. They, the Chi family, had already humbled themselves and swallowed their pride, so what else did this Nangong Xian want?

Zhang Chunlan refused to believe it, so she dialed the number again. However, for a long time, no one answered on the other end.

His wife was dead, and now he was utterly heartbroken and filled with despair... What use were wealth and glory to him anymore?

"See if I dare!" Xu Qingqian's pair of watery eyes shimmered with starlight, gleaming with a biting chill, yet the corners of her lips curled up in triumph.

Cao Cao's dark red pupils inadvertently flashed with a gleam of shrewdness, and then he too looked toward the shadows of the grand hall.

Tiandu Academy did not send Ma Feng directly this time; instead, they dispatched a third-year student whose performance in the previous competition had been entirely mediocre.

No one had ever stared into the eyes of the Gray Wolf King like that, because his "imperial aura" was simply too overpowering, especially those eyes. Yet Ye Xuan could do it, and he even reached out a hand, disrespectfully pointing it right at the Gray Wolf King's head. The Gray Wolf King was also bewildered, tilting its head to the side.

After that concert, Irene Wan carefully observed the two conversations between Lu Can and Teresa Teng, and distinctly sensed that the two of them were completely estranged. It seemed, just as Sixth Sister had anticipated, the so-called request for a song was merely the result of a chance encounter.

Once strength reaches the level of Xu Feng and the others, whenever a psychological shadow is left behind, continuing to cultivate becomes no easy feat, as these things inevitably affect one's training. If one forces cultivation, it could even lead to deviation and a fall into demonic obsession.

The old man blabbering on the stage at this moment was Zenko Suzuki, the 70th Prime Minister of Japan and leader of the Liberal Democratic Party. This man was also the father-in-law of Taro Aso, a hawkish Japanese politician.

Each of them took a weapon of the armored guards and continued moving forward. After walking through the passageway, they arrived at a T-junction.

"Thank you for your gracious permission, Your Majesty. Then, I shall take my leave." Having obtained the authorization of the supreme ruler, the curly-haired man nodded slightly, then rose and walked out. He knew that Zhang Fei and Liu Bei must still have some private matters to discuss.

Like a rolling snowball, under the rapid rotation of those two translucent phantom dragons, Shi Tian's two severed halves of the soul elixir grew increasingly round. Furthermore, they absorbed the soul power transmitted by Zhan Wudi, merging with Shi Tian's soul elixir to grow larger and larger.

Miniature painting was an art form that served a select few; its essence was that of aristocratic art, and it was never widely circulated among the common people.

Looking up, He San was flusteredly operating the catapult on the arrow tower, placing another long spear upon it and laboring to take aim at Xiao Yan.