Chapter 143: He Only Wishes to Give Her as Much as Possible

Fang Zhiyin said, “I know. Aren’t there many independent musicians on platforms such as NetEase Cloud Music? They write and record their own songs, then upload them to the platform.”

“Exactly. Would you like to give it a try?” the recording studio teacher encouraged her.

Perhaps… it really was worth a try?

“Wouldn’t we have to ask the boss first?” Fang Zhiyin still dared not let herself imagine it.

“Don’t worry. Mr. Ouyang probably won’t refuse,” the recording studio teacher said. “I’ll go talk to him later and explain everything properly. If we reach an agreement, you can spend some time coming here to record. You can sing all the songs I’ve written!”

To her surprise, Ouyang Junyan agreed at once to let Fang Zhiyin record a single. Of course he supported the idea, because he had originally felt that—

At this moment, he was holding the Profound Heaven Yin-Yang Mirror in his hands. Unfortunately, the treasure mirror, which had once gleamed with brilliant golden light, was now utterly dull. Cracks ran all over it in every direction, and at the slightest touch, it shattered into fragments across the floor.

Under the suffocating assault of Li Bin’s Purple Fiend Chain Life-Taking Palm, Yagyu Nanami had been unable to recover or free his hands to counterattack. He could only devote all his strength to passively defending against Li Bin’s Purple Fiend Divine Palms, which carried the exceedingly frigid force of Profound Ice and the Nine Yin Cold-Ice True Energy.

The Bear Demon King mentioned by Langya was one of the three great Demon Kings of the Northern Sea. He was said to possess the highest cultivation among the three kings. Beneath him served three protectors, all great demons who had already cultivated to the ninth rank. In the Northern Sea, any one of them was powerful enough to dominate an entire region.

As soon as Old Cat approached the office, several thieves who had been lying in wait came forward to surround him. This was also one of the protective measures of the Thieves’ Guild. With a token in his possession, however, Old Cat naturally faced no danger. He entered the office without incident and met the contact for the commission.

The fishing line went taut at once. It had only just been lowered, yet it was already being pulled straight. This was it—he had caught a fish.

“Taishi Ziyi, it was I who asked General Hu to bring me here to find you,” Chen Mo hurried forward and said with a clasped-fist salute.

But the two horses had been exhausted after running all day, and they could not reach the speed he had expected. The people pursuing them from behind were drawing closer and closer.

Today, he somewhat regretted taking Rongyan to the Imperial Pleasure House. He should not have let her see that ugly side of things so soon.

For a brief second, Zhou Mo’s heart gave a sharp twitch. He did not quite understand why someone like himself, who had never had many friends, had formed such a deep-rooted friendship with Chekhov. Yet he quietly made a decision: when Chekhov was discharged from the hospital, every Mexican baldhead still in Los Angeles would have to be thrown into prison.

Xiao Tianyang’s phone suddenly rang. He answered it as though he had found a priceless treasure. It was He Manzi.

“Heh heh. The fact that you survived such a terrifying tribulation of lightning proves that your future achievements will be extraordinary. To have all of us join forces against you is itself an honor,” said Huangtian Qin.

I glanced back. Ali waved a hand, and two guards came forward together, gagged him, and dragged him away without making a sound.

He had actually died at his post—and in such a humiliating manner! Xiao Tianyang’s eyes reddened as he took out his phone.

Rather than a hotel, this place was more like a temporary base for an underground world. Usually, only two kinds of people came here. The first were evolved humans; the second were wealthy men seeking thrills or conducting transactions. From a certain perspective, Yang Yanti could now be considered a combination of both.

At the appointed time, Xiao Tianyang arrived at the agreed location. From far away, he saw Xia Han looking around anxiously.

The space inside was simply enormous. It consisted of two elongated chambers, and its overall shape exactly matched the exterior of the Shaking Origin Hammer, forming a T shape. One chamber was a thousand meters long and four hundred meters wide, shaped like a gourd; this corresponded to the hammerhead. The other was two thousand meters long and three hundred meters wide, corresponding to the handle.

If he were restricted by something like a workshop or a bounded field, then let alone Shirou’s poor magical attainments—even Abner’s workshop would be shattered by him in a matter of minutes. The strength of this Heroic Spirit was truly beyond all reasonable limits. Different Heroic Spirits had different uses. Lu Bu was the sort who relied on flexible, highly mobile combat.