Chapter 107: Seeking Apprenticeship

"Waaaah, it hurts! Brother, why did you hit me again?"
Tang Ziran clutched her head, looking aggrieved, her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill over.
Shen Xin froze, staring at his trembling hands. A sense of dread washed over him; he had become so accustomed to killing that he had turned into a demon, sometimes losing all control over himself.
Because the filming schedule for the movie was extremely tight, the Wolf Warrior crew chose to bid farewell rather than linger at the villa any longer.
The "enchanted" nine tails became razor-sharp. With a single lash, even if the strike was blocked, the electricity coursing through them would still hit the target, sending everyone surrounding her tumbling in a chaotic heap.
Her fluffy, long hair was casually braided into a plait, framing her narrowed, starry eyes and vibrant red lips.
One must realize that many of them frequented nightclubs and bars for the sole purpose of picking up women.
"What kind of messy mercenary group is that? I've never even heard of it..." Ye Fan muttered, shaking his head.
It had been less than two incense sticks' time since Zejil led the Baekje soldiers into the battlefield. Every cavalryman had dismounted, abandoning their heavy armor to advance on foot, moving slowly but with unwavering determination. Thousands of horses were left behind, neighing in the field; the once-disciplined and dense cavalry formation now resembled nothing more than a horse farm.
Even if it wasn't for the sake of networking, he was willing to go and see for himself, if only to ensure the girl didn't suffer any psychological trauma.
"And you. I’m going to make you pay a heavy price soon. How dare you smash our President Niu's property." Chi Caifeng then pointed at Chen Yang, her voice cold.
In an instant, the Sixth Elder of the Mo clan was severely wounded, with less than a tenth of his life force remaining. Mo Yin’s shoulder was shattered by a powerful firearm, rendering him incapable of combat. Mo Yinghui faced off against Ellison, but was defeated and forced back within five moves.
As the head of Savage Monster Game Company, Xie Feiyan kept a close eye on contemporary film and television works.
There was no need to worry about whether it was true or not; it was meant to smear her anyway. If it were all true, could it even be called a smear?
After processing and absorbing all of this, she discovered that the black portal had taken root, as if permanently stationed within her consciousness.
Yan Ying couldn't help but smile bitterly. "You hold the hostages; you call the shots." The implication was that she had been trapped by him, so he needn't bother trying to boost her morale.
The scene Wen Quan had imagined, of the crowd "shouting long live three times," did not occur. If that had actually happened, it would have been far too absurd.
Li Tian couldn't fathom why his internal true essence had vanished. Unable to resist, he attempted to circulate his energy again. Upon trying, he found that the essence of heaven and earth rushed back like birds returning to their nests, instantly restoring his true essence to its former intensity.
The scene shifted again, revealing six figures inside a carriage, fully armed and clad in tactical gear.
But Wu Rongmei, a woman who had served in the military and worked as a police officer for several years, how could she be startled into a screeching panic by a mere mouse?
Her status was elevated by her son, and by that time, Xiao Jimu’s affection for Gu Tingting had already reached 80 points.
In truth, the information he spread was half-true and half-false. He had already secretly orchestrated these moves, deploying actual personnel to provoke conflict and attract attention. He merely added another channel to disseminate the news, ensuring people believed the Qin family was involved in the conspiracy, all to mask his true objectives.
Jiang Yu never expected that a spirit-gathering stone, drained of all its essence by him, would eventually be transformed into the world’s most precious ornament.
"A thousand people? That is indeed a significant number." Dongfang Ba stopped Lei Dazhuang, then pulled a brass whistle from his pocket and blew it gently. "Hum..." A deafening sound suddenly erupted, leaving Lei Dazhuang dizzy and disoriented.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "My second brother is going on a mission that might be a bit dangerous, so I want to bring some men along!" Jiang Cheng summarized briefly before looking at Zhao Jiakun.