Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Decisions of Li Yueyao and Su Yun'er

Ashina Wuliang and his party exchanged glances; the five of them were already prepared to face a new adversary.

Chen Xin asked in confusion, unable to fathom the situation, especially since the lead actor Li Yapeng and director Yu Min were staying in the rooms to his right.

The Gu-Diao realized at the first exchange that it would be defeated, so it flapped its wings with great force, unleashing a shrill, black gale. Ai Rong dared not be careless and wove a cyan lotus flower to shield her body.

Whether it was due to effective promotion or the trust the two bosses at Golden Harvest had in the films produced by Tianyou Company, there were plenty of theaters arranged for the screening.

At this moment, in the Heroic Spirit Cemetery of Modu, the two phantoms in the sky were gradually fading, and a black figure and a white figure appeared between them.

"Follow the rules upon entry; no exceptions!" A faint voice came from the first private box on the west side, reminding everyone to maintain order.

The embarrassed and annoyed Zhao Yazhi sent a few fiercely cute glares with her large, expressive eyes.

Even Zhou Wenyu, a Daoist priest accustomed to wandering wild in Yanjing, looked wary.

He recalled his encounter on the Holy Island; if a conflict were to break out in such a massive setting, the consequences would be unimaginable.

For some reason, watching this guy speak so "maliciously" about her past with Xiao Mo, her heart began to flutter instantly. She couldn't help but feel that Mu Yi still had some major trick up his sleeve.

In the vast rural areas behind enemy lines, the common people were using this very method to silently wage a grueling and magnificent struggle against the Japanese invaders.

Unlike Hu and the others who had passed the assessment, he didn't need Shirley Yang to pay him; he simply moved her with a few words. Moreover, the way Shirley Yang looked at him was now filled with curiosity.

The Ostrich said, "Why bring me into this again? I was trying to save you at the time, and he was trying to save me, so indirectly, he saved you."

His fingers brushed across her face like a gentle breeze, carrying his unique scent that could soothe a wounded heart.

Over here, Xu Zhizhi looked at the white and red fish meat, the two large fish heads, and a pile of clean-picked fish bones. She touched the meat with her hand to inspect it.

Ivy was still in Macau, so naturally, he couldn't return to Hong Kong just yet and had to take her to stay at a hotel first.

"Don't look at this place as being a bit remote; it’s the only quiet spot in the city, a real treasure," Mo Qing replied with a giggle, the satisfaction on her face genuine.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, Ling Ruobing returned to the Long family. She had learned about everything that had happened over the past few days. Qiao Anxia and Long Yeqing were originally going to separate but had reconciled. Influenced by Ye Jiaqian’s persuasion, she changed her strategy, deciding she could no longer remain prickly and fight with Qiao Anxia.

Ye Fei said, "I don't even care for that piece-of-trash sniper rifle of yours. The scope is only good for use as binoculars."

Gong Jian expressed that he did not want to speak to Ye Fei. Hitting someone without slapping their face, and scolding someone without exposing their flaws—Ye Fei was doing both.

He had originally thought his hiding spot wouldn't be so easily exposed, but he never expected that the person who broke free from his illusion was Jiang Shang.

Bai Weiyang coughed lightly and looked away. One was his martial uncle, the other the future leader of the Zicui Sect; it was better for him to just watch the show.

This new recruit was unluckier than Jiang Rui because he had broken his right arm. A broken left arm wouldn't have much of an impact, but a broken right arm caused all sorts of inconveniences in daily life, unless he was left-handed, in which case it wouldn't matter.

"At first, I thought she was ugly, but now that she's grown a bit, she is indeed beautiful," Wen Xu said with a smile.

Although Fang Xiao was stronger than him, the gap wasn't significant. With the assistance of two types of supernatural abilities, he could easily handle the situation.

After Xu Hong used his technique for the second time, he had only left a bloodstain on Fang Zheng's right arm, and he began to grow anxious.

In this instant, the gazes of the three people, crossing over the crowd at the banquet, seemed to engage in an invisible confrontation on a spiritual level.

Xiao Bu had only reached the Great Achievement stage in practicing the Giant Spirit Technique, yet he could wield such power; no wonder Xiao Hua praised him so highly.

After hearing this, I was left stunned, completely bewildered. I didn't know what the old man meant by "gone," but upon hearing his sobbing, I felt my intuition was correct.

Moreover, since the opponent was a [Rakshasa Ghost], it certainly had some connection to an entity present here.

The moment Madam Xiang’s jade palm pressed firmly against Long Ying’s forehead, Long Ying groaned and reached out to tickle her waist. It seemed like a lecherous act, but it was actually to prevent her from performing a meticulous probe. Even with his god-like abilities, he was ultimately bluffing, and heaven only knew if he could truly deceive her.

Watching Guo Zhuocheng’s demeanor and hearing his words, Liu Zhengbang didn't know how to evaluate him. He couldn't decide whether to label him arrogant or humble. The two contradictory terms swirled in the mind of the naval commander.

Water droplets shot from between their fingers like bullets. As the contest progressed, the water fight reached a high standard, to the point where even the droplets possessed a certain level of lethality. While this damage was negligible to the two of them, it was a catastrophic disaster for the pots and pans.

"You must take care of yourself, too. While success in music is important, if you become addicted to superficial fame and fortune and forget other more meaningful life goals, the loss will outweigh the gain," Zhang Shaojie said.

The auntie couldn't help much, only wishing that her boss could cure her illness. Besides praying and offering blessings, that was all she could do.

In the dead of night, while everyone was still debating, the compradore of the HSBC Beijing branch sent a telegram, and this telegram finally allowed the anxious group to heave a long sigh of relief.