Chapter 147: The Prototype of the Square Dance King!
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It was another landslide victory, with a lead that remained unchallenged. Such a massive disparity in votes had never occurred in the first two seasons of "I Am a Singer-Songwriter." It left people sighing; it could only be Xu Ze, as this had been the case for several rounds in a row now. The crucial thing was that the contestants this season were not weak at all; if Huang Minghao and Zhu Zhengting had been in previous seasons, they would both have had the strength to take the championship. After the competition ended, Xu Ze walked through the backstage area. The former ignored the latter's agony, continuing his final tasks with methodical composure until the car roof retracted, drawing suspicious glances from the few people standing by the two silhouettes. Ye Fei had always been the preeminent figure of the Ye family, his strength far surpassing all others; although he had kept a low profile today, his power was absolutely not to be underestimated. One, two, three... a total of ten corpses emerged from the bottom of the Dragon River, and suddenly, the entire riverbank fell into a frenzy. This land in the Northern Territory was far too extraordinary; after all, it was a place once stained with the blood of the Three-Headed Calamity Envoy, so it was entirely possible for strange phenomena to appear!
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The Chinatown soldiers led by Ke Taihua arrived via transport helicopters at the pre-reconnoitered traffic hub, deployed paratroopers, and then laid out a vast array of smart mines, holding the position from afar and completely encircling the Presidential Palace. At this rate, the bounty hunter was also in danger, and the scales of victory would tilt toward the rebel army. As long as Red Wolf could stall for a single second, the Holy Flame Armored Division would lose several more tanks under the all-out assault of the rebels. Among the hundred thousand Painted Immortals of the Divine Martial Legion, so many were stuck at the peak level that almost everyone who heard the news wept with joy. Standing there was none other than Long Lan; she turned, and her natural beauty instantly captivated the man, while the surrounding disciples all began to drool. Seeing Lin Feng's knowing expression, Sima Haoran paused, but he said nothing, simply smiling foolishly. "I told you, I wouldn't lie to you. Now, feel it for yourself—how is it?" Lin Feng looked at the leader of the spotted giant oxen with a smile. Then, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses walked in; it was none other than Baldy Qiang, who had been disciplined by Ning Wuque earlier. If he handled this errand well, his image in the Emperor’s eyes might improve, which could be considered an act of atonement. The girl had sent them away from the Liang Kingdom, and the Prince was unwilling to truly turn heartless or break his word. "No!" Su Zhiqiu reflexively retorted, "It has nothing to do with your legs! Besides, you are so handsome, how could I possibly dislike you?" This was the truth.
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During the Jingtai and Jiajing eras, there were indeed attempts to touch the ancestral laws regarding the calendar, but in the end, they were never fully altered. As the most powerful and influential people in the village, their duty was to maintain balance and ensure that no one was wronged. It was only because the Qingtao Sect had the greatest influence and deepest roots in Li City that Bai Jing personally took on the task of persuasion. In an instant, it arrived before Jiang Li and Gu Jin, who quickly dodged to either side, causing the Wolf King to pounce on empty air. For many years, because of Bao'er's miscarriage and inability to conceive, he had turned a blind eye to her actions. Wang Chonggu had not consulted Yang Bo when he undertook this matter; consequently, when Yang Bo attacked Qi Jiguang in the Fengtian Hall, he lacked confidence. "Furthermore, during the battle outside Anning City, Fellow Daoist Mo was struck by my animal-skin Sky Thunder Talisman. I have already made myself very clear; surely Fellow Daoist Mo cannot have forgotten?" Guibao smiled faintly, offering an explanation for the cultivator surnamed Mo. "Whoosh!" The black hammer expanded, carrying a fierce gale and a dark, gleaming light as it struck the disciple directly. The disciple immediately drew a shield, channeled his spiritual energy, and blocked the blow, while simultaneously raising a defensive barrier of light around his body.