Volume One, Chapter 54: It's Over—The Identity of the White Elephant God Has Been Exposed!

"You two, go over there and take a look! Why are you still standing around? You can’t even handle such a simple task—what are you good for?"
"From now on, no matter what kind of singer they are, you must register them for me!"
Director Zhong barked at several crew members in the distance.
"Director Zhong, stop looking—I’ve brought him to you!"
"That masked singer just now? That’s him—Su Le, my younger brother!" Sister Ying finally couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
Director Zhong’s eyes widened at her words.
He began to examine Su Le closely.
A moment later—
He slapped his forehead and snapped back to his senses.
"Look at me, how could I have forgotten something so important!"
"Back then, it was still..."
Misia was utterly astonished by what she saw. She never imagined people could sleep with such things. Tang Lele then sent Arthur and Gale out, leaving her alone with Misia to talk.
"This morning, the young lady arrived bright and early. Right now, she’s in Aunt Jing Tai’s room. From the look on her face, it’s as if she’s suffered a huge grievance. Her eyes were full of sorrow," Qiu Ping reported.
Judging by Hualian’s demeanor, she could easily hold on to her position as clan leader. Even if her cultivation hadn’t reached the level of a divine lord, she must at least be a peak high god, right?

No one knew about Fu Minxiu’s drunken night, except for Shuangzhi and Rong Baochunlan—perhaps Lady Fu knew as well. Still, apart from Shuangzhi who noticed the change in Fu Minxiu, nobody else picked up on it.
As for Fu Manduo, that poor fellow was likely to get a scolding from Lady Fu as soon as he got home.
"You’ve never been there, so how would you know? After all these years, the Lin family must be aware that you never added Jingjun’s name to the clan rolls. Their resentment toward you should have lessened," Shi Yinzhu said.
Chen Jianjun, having been let off by Tao Aiguo, showered him with words of gratitude before trying to leave, but Tao Aiguo stopped him, cut off a generous chunk of both the pork and mutton, and told Chen Jianjun to take them home.
Whenever Tang Lele wasn’t tired, she would have the two males gather plenty of snow and store it in jars in the newly built cellar, hoping it would freeze.
If the Blood Demon really dared to cause trouble in Boundless City, then it was the Blood Demon who should be concerned about their own fate.
I hope my beloved consorts will continue to accompany me, for your support is my greatest motivation. I love you all the most.
At this moment, Cui Xin entered from outside the hospital room. The moment she stepped in, her expression turned rather odd. She glanced up at the running air conditioner, shook her head helplessly, but said nothing.
Now it was clear: even though Kaizi racked his brains throughout the competition, targeting me and the top lane at every turn, calculating every step with precision and leaving no room for error, he never expected that, at the end, we would prove even stronger than them.
"I miss you too, my dear wife." Li Yan fell silent on the other end of the phone, a bit apologetic. In truth, all his efforts were for his wife, his mother, and their future child, hoping they could all have a better life. But often, you can’t have it all—success in one area inevitably means neglect in another.
After the cab driver departed, Xu Xiaoman stood beneath a massive flame tree, lifting her brows and gazing at Lin Anqi with open disdain and pointed skepticism, sparing no words.
"The Tianxing Spring Bloodline of the Mu family," Qi Xuanyi said softly. Chen Minling gazed at the ball of fire glowing with cyan light in the void, but said nothing more.
Maybe Qingqing’s unprofessional attitude irritated Lin Jiahao, but Lin Anqi was already content.
Halfway through her sentence, she saw Xi Xiangdong standing in front of her wardrobe, holding his chin in one hand, staring at her underwear, lost in thought.

The sect elder grew furious when Chen Yu rejected him as well. He was about to lash out but, thinking better of it, suppressed his anger and gave a cold snort.
"I’m... much better now." Zi Sha’s vision sparkled with golden stars; her face was a little pale. She stood up, only to stagger unsteadily.
His excitement grew so intense that people behind them began craning their necks to look. Pei Xiao quickly tugged on Gu Nanshun’s sleeve, lowering her head.
This could be considered a kind of dimensional barrier, a function that magical shields had always possessed. But now, Stephen Strange had made a minor modification: instead of a direct block, the shield now used the mirror dimension to ward off attacks.
For Chu Tian, refining such a grade-five pill was no challenge at all. His star veins were full, his inner power abundant—no need to worry about weak alchemical flames. His mental strength only grew stronger, and even after refining for so long, he felt little fatigue.
Hu Yixian, who had followed at a distance, watched Fang Chen sitting calmly afar. Sensing the soaring power within him, Hu Yixian’s jaw nearly dropped.
The ninja was unwilling to accept the reality before him and still refused to give up. He unleashed all his cultivation, eyes locked on his final target—the eyes.
Even after the two bottom-lane heroes from the red side were both killed, the Korean mid-laner for the Guangzhou team showed no improvement in his expression.
It was from the South Seas shaman that she first encountered mysticism, and this time, she had miraculously arrived in the underworld, walked the Yellow Springs Road, and crossed the Bridge of Forgetfulness.
His answer was met by three more wails. Chen Shanfeng felt his heart skip a beat—the three unlucky souls were among his proudest disciples.
"Well... just treat it as male for now. After all, this sort of thing was originally a matter of personal will, and only later did it undergo fundamental change. In any case, offspring of demons and gods are always a headache," the young man in plain clothes said with a hint of exasperation.