Chapter 72 Press Conference

He Lingfeng looked at Quan Duoduo with eyes full of disgust, completely disregarding her feelings.

"Blame me? You're starting to blame me now? Why didn't you refuse back then? I'm a woman too, yet instead of offering me a single word of comfort, you're blaming me as if it's all my fault. He Lingfeng, oh He Lingfeng, I must have been blind to misjudge you like this."

Duoduo wiped away her tears...

Yuki Suzuki, who had been straining his ears to listen the whole time, could no longer hold back and asked, "Isn't the campaign publicity period only twelve days? How are we supposed to spend all that money?" Hearing such astronomical sums of hundreds of millions so suddenly—he, who usually only had tens of thousands in pocket money—found it a bit overwhelming.

For the past few days, he had been lurking in Ancient Demon City, searching for traces of Long Qingchen. However, Long Qingchen was hidden too deeply, and he had yet to find him.

Refusing to accept this, Dong Tianyou pressed both palms against Zhang Biao's Tianzong acupuncture point on his back, channeling some true qi into Zhang Biao's body in an attempt to straighten out the chaotic and disordered true qi.

"I didn't!" Lady Jing was choked by Noble Consort Li's accusation of "disregarding sisterly bonds," her eye rims turning slightly red.

All three of them were disciples of the intermediate Spirit Martial Academy. Taking advantage of the academy's break, they came to Mount Taicang to hunt savage and spiritual beasts. On one hand, they could obtain beast cores and hides to sell in exchange for cultivation funds, which was essentially their "tuition fees"; on the other hand, it was a form of tempering to enhance their strength.

"This imperial concubine still has palace affairs to attend to and cannot accompany the talented lady any longer. If the talented lady has nothing else to do, feel free to sit here by yourself." This was a polite way of showing them the door.

Although somewhat annoyed, there was nothing he could do. He had to rescue Liu Xinyao first before attending to other matters.

Qin Ge opened his eyes, and a vast and majestic vitality continuously washed over his entire body. His injuries healed completely at a speed visible to the naked eye, including the Golden-Crowned Blood-Carved Beast on his back.

"Hmph, look at that smug look of yours, you absolute wolf. Xinyao, just now this guy took advantage of you and played the hooligan while pretending to treat your illness," Xiao Li said with a sense of injustice, only then remembering to knock Li Zhen down a peg.

They were always thinking of letting others go first and letting others exhaust themselves before coming in to pick up the scraps. It was precisely this mindset that made them slack off and harbor wishful thinking.

"What are you still standing there for in a daze? These guys are all Demon Emperors! Once they succeed in seizing a body, not a single one of you will escape!" Ye Yuan shouted loudly.

There was no way out from here. They were the last batch of demonic people to enter this place, and there were no other factions of demonic people behind them.

Not to mention ordinary ghosts, the higher-level entities among them possessed the ability to devour souls. Those with weak and dangerous power would be affected and thus devoured the moment they got anywhere near him.

Thinking of this, Tang Wei felt a dull ache in his heart. He tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

If she had still held some illusions about this Sima family before reaching the inner circle, then right after arriving at the inner circle and hearing a rough overview of the situation, any illusions in her heart were completely shattered.

Although the talent Ye Yuan displayed was astonishing, who knew how much longer it would take for him to truly become a Heavenly Alchemist.

Chen Xingyu found it rather amusing. In the eyes of others, someone like Yellow Hair was an absolute troublemaker.

Muyan let out a slight sigh. "Very well, since you have already given up, let me bring you to an end." He raised his right hand high, a wisp of flame blazing fiercely, and stepped forward with a stride, preparing to envelop Li Hao, who was already swaying unsteadily.

Hua Chang'an, the director of the political education office, had his prophecy come true. The uncles, aunts, and various relatives of those four students came to the school leaders' office every single day to cause a commotion, demanding an explanation from the school.

"You must understand that this escort mission is of the utmost importance. I hope Captain Kalid will choose his personnel carefully and not be blinded by illusions," a person entirely wrapped in a black robe muttered in a low, somewhat husky voice from behind the giant Kalid.