Volume 1, Chapter 144: Paying a Visit to the Veteran Artist Ni Daqiang!!!

"Veteran actors?"
"I do have contact information, but these people have integrity and don't care for the tactics we young people use!"
"Are you sure you want to use veteran actors instead of hiring those traffic stars to drive engagement?" Song Hongyan asked, puzzled.
"Of course, I want to use veteran actors!"
"The traffic stars of today simply don't possess the acting skills of the veterans!"
When Su Le said this, Song Hongyan nodded in agreement.
Nowadays, traffic stars even require special effects for simple martial arts scenes.
In the past, however, veteran actors performed real, solid martial arts.
However, Su Le’s choice of veteran actors came with significant risks; the drawbacks were...
Still, he didn't do anything too outrageous. In a word, he made sure to agree on the price for everything beforehand; he had already suffered enough from honey traps.
In Zhang Wei's eyes, the projectile shells he was so proud of were like tickling; they could only slightly slow down Zhang Wei's movements.
According to Shopkeeper Lin, eight hundred years had passed since they obtained the corpse of the Kun bird, yet Ye Shangqiu felt an incomparably strong vitality and life force emanating from this Kun bird heart.
It was only eight o'clock in the evening after dinner. Father Xu had to send Li Yunran home because there were high school seniors studying nearby, and the shop wouldn't close until ten-thirty.
Grey-red patterns flashed over the Lionheart Armor. The power within Lu Jia’s body gathered toward his chest. His cavalry lance vanished, and within the lion's mouth on his breastplate, a power of madness and despair, disguised by an aura of holiness, began to coalesce.
"Many thanks for your guidance, Brother Tuizhi. For the sake of the common people and the stability of the realm, my father knows how to make the right choice," Lin Lingsu said candidly.
"Work-for-relief? What do you mean by that, Brother Tuizhi?" Lin Lingsu asked, having unconsciously changed how he addressed Zhu Yan.
Only when Li Yunran was breathless did Gu Zhiyun pull away. He looked at the gasping Li Yunran with burning eyes, feeling as if something had filled his heart, leaving him deeply satisfied.

"Before leaving, perhaps I should go into the city to investigate what is affecting the cultivation of Spirit Armor Arts," Chen Mu squinted.
With a "bang," the cell door was opened, and a dozen guards flooded in, holding torches in their left hands and gleaming scimitars in their right. Following the guards into the cell was Gui Wuxiang, his face cold.
"Aunt Zhao, Auntie, hello." Nalan Ruyu politely ushered them into the office.
Ji Ran stayed home for two days. During those two days, she only drank a little thin porridge and nothing else. Her expression was haggard, making anyone who saw her feel a pang of heartache.
Originally, he only had an issue with the takeout Yang Tianyong had ordered for him. However, when Yang Tianyong learned that Zhang Enguang refused to eat the food he sent, he mistakenly thought Zhang Enguang was trying to demonstrate his defiance.
Looking across the entire Great Guang, those capable of fighting against the Fierce Di were few and far between, and the only major power near Bingzhou was Yang Jie in the capital.
After the monkey-like scout’s count, the rebel army, which originally numbered three thousand four hundred, was now reduced to just over four hundred. Everyone was wounded, and many were severely injured and in urgent need of medical treatment.
It was also during this period that the company faced an unprecedented crisis. This crisis did not even come from the government, which had long dealt with gangs, but from a fierce and unknown force. The pressure from this group was even greater than what the government had exerted when they once surrounded and suppressed the gangs.
These people had no idea that the Huateng Group was nominally completely separate from the two islands and the underground and deep-sea bases controlled by Wu Huateng. Although Wu Huateng had set up core bases in these places, only he had the authorization to access them.
Pan Qi turned back to look at Yang Yi again; his intuition told him that this matter definitely had something to do with Yang Yi.
Tossing and turning until midnight, after Shangguan Yun had taken her medicine and was settled, Yuhu finally left. As she walked out of the Princess's Mansion with Nanny Hu, she suddenly remembered that she had intended to ask Ba Yi about the jade pendant, but she hadn't seen him at all. She was puzzled; why hadn't he appeared when his wife had suffered such a major incident?
Aside from practicing martial arts, this group of people spent their time huddled together, discussing how to help Wei Yi pursue Yin Yu'er.
They felt that under such a rapid attack, Lin Feng would likely be defeated within three moves.
The two middle-aged cultivators looked Jiang Feng up and down, seemingly sensing that his cultivation was unusual, but they didn't ask too much. What if his cultivation was unusual? This was the Dongcang Immortal Sea, and they were cultivators of the Shark Sect. Behind the Shark Sect stood the Divine Sect; it could be said that they had nothing to fear from anyone.
"That’s good. Just give me time." Dongfang Jun clenched his fists, said no more, and walked out.
To the east of the Bohai Sea, countless millions of miles away, there is a vast abyss, a bottomless valley, known as the Return to Ruins.
That hundred-foot-long sword glow spanned heaven and earth, containing astonishing energy. If caught in its wake, few people present would have the confidence to block it.

After washing his face in the restroom, Qin Feng returned to the sofa in the ward, intending to rest.
Abandoning God was neither hurried nor impatient. Since the Lost Immortal was his own evil thought, it would be a good thing if he could purify it, but if he couldn't, he was willing to disappear along with the evil thought.
However, did he really have the confidence to keep things under control at that time? Had he thought through how to bring it all to an end? Even if he had a countermeasure, would things really develop as he imagined?
On the other side, the Battle Heaven Saint Sovereign also unfurled his Divine Domain. The domain seemed to be composed of various sacred laws, gorgeous and beautiful, as it blasted directly toward the Yuanmang Saint Sovereign.
Therefore, stopping now was an act of necessity; the fact that he couldn't sense the aura was clearly just some kind of smoke and mirrors.
Actually, one couldn't entirely blame the fatty for this. If someone like the hooligans had come, who knew what they might have done... So, Aotian could understand the fatty's image. Aotian gave Lixiang an apologetic look and used his hand to "gently" remind the fatty to mind his appearance.
The story went like this: seeing the hardworking Da Kuang, Yue Shen was moved by compassion and decided to give him a hand.
According to current commercial housing prices, in a bustling area like the Third Hospital, the most ordinary housing would cost over a million. Seven hundred thousand was absolutely dirt cheap.
"Not bad. Just a mere low-level king, who knows when he might die," the King of Shu said to Lei Yu with profound meaning.
Just as Lei Yu was about to lower his right hand, a voice rang out, causing a playful smirk to appear on the corner of Lei Yu's mouth.
"Dong'er," before the voice had finished, Ling Dongwu felt her eyes blur and found herself already held by Mu Zicheng. Mu Zicheng’s arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders, his chin resting gently against her forehead, his warm body heat enveloping her entire being.
Li Lufei had never been a saint; he was a vulgar man to the core, and his insults were equally "vulgar."
"President Wang, this has nothing to do with my work. I am very grateful that you saved me just now," Shi Min said with a smile.
"Sister-in-law, let me go with you! I don't have anything to do anyway," He Xu said. He was kidding—how could he leave Tong Ruo alone with Gu Tao? That would be like putting meat in front of a wolf.
"Are you from the Prime Minister's residence?" Su Ranhu asked, but she denied it as soon as the words left her lips. This man in black could at most be related to the Prime Minister's residence, but he should be a faction unto himself; otherwise, he wouldn't have blatantly almost bullied her in the jungle.