Volume One, Chapter 142: About to Film: China in the Archives!

For someone like Xia Rong, he no longer wished to have any further connection. Watching Su Le walk away, Xia Rong’s face was filled with admiration.

"He’s even more charming now that he’s divorced!"
"Even though he’s divorced, he’s become successful!"
"He’s actually quite a match for me."
"Just you wait, Su Le. Once I win you over, how will you ever resist me?" Xia Rong smiled coquettishly and pulled out her compact mirror to touch up her makeup.

At this moment, she had already set her sights on Su Le. To her, the greatest career in life was to choose a good man. Su Le was divorced and had no children, yet his career was booming. He was now the head of an agency...

Zuo Yongsi could easily perceive the restlessness of the audience, but on this vast stage, with the lights pouring down from above, he felt as if he could forget everything; there was nothing before him but the piano.

After hanging up the phone, I went to look on the first floor. All the exits there had already been sealed, and many people were gathered at the doors, blocked and unable to leave. Especially for me, meeting the gaze of Anning City’s number-one figure and speaking with him—the pressure from the depths of my heart was no less than when I once faced the Red Fierce Ghost.

Before long, Yun Fan brought the Howling Celestial Dog into the front hall of the Triple Palace, the sub-base he had constructed within the workshop space. Besides, I am not a real police officer; with my meager skills, asking me to catch drug traffickers—isn't that a joke?

The coffin lid opened halfway on its own. Yin Ningjun lay inside, eyes slightly closed, and said, "Is there anything else?"

As soon as Yun Fan finished his sophistry and posturing, Tie Xiong was rendered speechless. He knew that today, he would likely lose his chance at the Ruins Immortal Mansion; as long as he remained on this arena stage, Yun Fan would certainly not let him go.

This grand formation was like a giant bowl covering the sky, turned upside down over this place, stretching to an invisible horizon. It seemed this was the true shielding formation, containing all the Yin energy of the fierce ghosts within.

Afterward, Director Zhang printed a sheet of paper from his computer for me. I looked it over; the top half was almost entirely the equipment they intended to purchase, with only minor adjustments made to the content and quantities.

But does Qingming really not care about Feng Xi at all? Not necessarily. Looking at their meeting before Feng Xi was banished to the mortal realm, Qingming felt as if a piece of his heart were missing. Perhaps the later Prince Mingzhao only came to the mortal world to meet Feng Xi in order to piece back together that missing part of his heart?

"Emperor Xuanyuan loves swords, and I, Beidou Shaoyan, am also a lover of swords. I fear this Blood Wave Flower cannot satisfy Emperor Xuanyuan’s desires." It was impossible for Shaoyan to trade the Blood Wave Flower for the Xuanyuan Sword.

The dark shadow did not give up; it repositioned itself and launched another strike at Feng Ling’s protective barrier.

In particular, some players who were usually witty and humorous could easily rattle off jokes, which indeed had a good effect, causing bursts of laughter to erupt among the crowd.

"Elder Fang, with such differences between the realms, why is the Qili Realm still able to remain peaceful?" Shaoyan was puzzled. According to Fang Tongtian, if the Chenrang Realm were as powerful as described, why would they ignore the Qili Realm, which was like a piece of fat meat to them?

It was clear that Gao Cheng was not only unafraid, but there was a hidden excitement deep in his bones, like a beast eager to hunt.

Yang Xun was not affected by our dull expressions and moved in with his luggage as if it were his own home.

Upon receiving the order from their chief, the Leopard Tribe responded with a roar. These naturally agile leopard-people dashed away at full speed, and the large street, which had been packed with them a moment before, became empty and cold in the blink of an eye.

Although she hadn't managed to react to Zhang Tianxiang’s attack, Number Thirteen was not the type to sit and wait for death. While suspended in mid-air, she promptly used the sacred artifact on her wrist, and in an instant, a transparent protective barrier enveloped her.

"My husband, how much of your magic have I learned in these past few months?" Trapped in bed, I had no choice but to discuss theory with him.

"Well, I climbed through the window because I was worried about waking you," Lin Fan was forced to find a helpless excuse. (To be continued...)

With the assistance of the God of Slaughter, Amber Villa was set to establish its own sect and squeeze into the ranks of the great clans. The disciples of Amber Villa could not help but be excited.

Although Ye Tianchen’s attitude earlier had made them feel that he might agree to the fight, Han Tian’s heart sank upon hearing this news. He only had a half-understanding of what was happening outside, knowing only that two God-Realm experts had appeared.

"Heh, what a joke. Why would this old man have any reason to fear? Even if you are a descendant of the Ice Clan, your strength is nothing for this old man to worry about," Huang Long said with a smile.

"Whether it’s a treacherous plot or any other kind of scheme, a good plan is one that kills. Lord Moses deserves to die!" said Lin Fan.

Ling Yu had not expected him to be a cultivator, yet he had deliberately acted so weak. Could it be to hide his true strength? After all, the Demon Child held a very special status within the Demon Sect; even if he weren't as important as a Branch Master, he could still be compared to a Great Saint-level Protector.

"I... I would rather retreat than go back in." Huang Yidian was truly terrified. If this continued, he would surely die.

After saying this, I looked him up and down again. After a long time apart, he seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight, but it did not affect his handsome features.

He consoled himself that there would be plenty of time in the future. The Demon Emperor had just been resurrected and his physical condition was special; he must not be too hasty.

Liang Aiwan sighed and said, "Let’s not talk about this, lest we invite trouble." The girls nodded. Zhang Erzhen also felt that rumors could be misleading; perhaps Zhu Youtang wasn't as miserable as she imagined. Little did she know, Prince Zhu Youtang was far more miserable than she could conceive—but that is a story for later.

Seeing that I was slow to take the bank card, Brother Zha was extremely anxious. He stepped forward, took the card, and stuffed it into my jacket pocket.

Zhang Long was in no mood to deal with them. As for Tian Tian, if his mother hadn't forced him to find her, saying she needed to take her to a psychiatrist, he wouldn't have bothered to exert himself.

Of course, there were some truly wealthy parents who just echoed what others said, not feeling that this villa district was anything special.

Looking back at Lai San, Tang Hong, and the others, he smiled mysteriously, wondering if it could really be these two who framed Qin Tian?

The two children picked up from the street had both survived, and that in itself was very good. The hard work of these past few days had not been in vain, and the only lingering hope in his heart had been sustained.

The one who truly felt the pressure was Guan Hu. To change the release date at this time was no different from deserting the battlefield; even if he were to be crushed by the "big ship," he had to grit his teeth and push forward.

Anyone who can create the arts of Yin ghosts can be called a master, and the one who created the art of Human Qi could fully establish a sect. How old is Chen Nanping? How could she possibly achieve this?

Then there were Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy, who said they could go and have a big meal. Zoro was also lured by the fine wine. As for Nami, she had no reaction, because Nojiko had already spoken to her beforehand.