29. Episode Four Airs

His gaze followed Li Su and Yu Shiji’s departing figures, watching them until they disappeared from sight.

For the belly ghost, the sudden proximity of the purple aura felt like the sun drawing near; his entire body felt as if it were ablaze, searing him until he curled into a ball.

When she learned tonight that she would be presenting the Best Director award to Xing Baizhou, she was so excited she nearly jumped for joy.

How wonderful; she had finally made it out on her own merits. The atmosphere in there had been truly suffocating.

In truth, he did not necessarily want to do business with these three old men; he simply did not want to owe anyone a favor.

At the same time, this touched upon the core of the matter: how were the Hu people communicating intelligence with these traitors?

"Old Li is here." Chen Yongbing took the initiative to greet Li Liangbo, acting as if the county magistrate's office were still his own.

"Suit yourselves. In any case, this parent-teacher activity can come to an end now. Let’s go!" Ye Chen sneered, then turned and left Lingyun Temple, taking Ye Linshi with him.

That is how cocktail parties are; they are designed to provide a venue for socialization. Many people wanted to get to know a great director like Director Xing.

With some free time, Seager had intended to use the opportunity to ask Professor McGonagall about the ideas he had just had.

"Then let’s get ready to depart. We still need to take a train to get there, so let’s go buy tickets first," I suggested.

One must realize that Zhao Guming had only barely reached the peak of the Houtian realm at the age of forty. To be a Xiantian master at nineteen—what a heaven-sent genius!

When Yu Yindong met Elder Wei, the old man had just come out of the academy, intending to pick up some groceries on his way home.

There was a subtext to President Wei’s words. Li Xiang pondered them for a moment, then saw President Wei turn back to joking and laughing with the others.

Rong Xun immediately placed her in the car and got into the driver’s seat to start it. He even called an ambulance halfway through, but no matter what he tried, the car would not start.

Jiang Qing went to the restroom midway through, but her expression was noticeably poor when she returned. Ye Chen saw it, but did not ask any questions.

"Hey? What are you doing? People are watching! You have no reason to arrest me, on what grounds?" Supervisor Lin panicked, immediately retreating several steps.

Nan Zhengrong first gave a few instructions to Mu Wan, then, as if recalling what Gu Pan had just said to him—and thinking that since Gu Pan enjoyed planting flowers, she surely would not want to miss out on such a valuable experience—he gave instructions to Gu Pan as well.

Qiu Bi, a maid from the manor, brought over a bowl of fragrant white fungus and red date soup. Xing’er served some and brought it to Ye Qingyi.

The harsh sound seemed capable of piercing one’s eardrums, causing many to hurriedly cover their ears and look up in terror.

She was holding a box of popcorn, eating as she went. Hearing a sound from the direction of the stairs, she turned her head and saw Ni Chuxue struggling to carry a large trunk down.

"Whether you’re dreaming or not, you know in your heart. You know what kind of drug you’ve been given, don't you? Did you think you could escape?"

That was a picture she had San Ji Photoshop onto a dragon robe—a handsome photo of her "pet emperor," Lu Hualiang.

After watching for a while, Tang Bing left without disturbing her. The situation shocked her; Tang Lan had always been cold and detached from others, which was a sign of lacking the seven emotions and six desires. But not anymore—disgust was an expression of emotion.

However, her consciousness was now blurred, her reason controlled by the drugs. This glare, rather than looking fierce, was overflowing with boundless amorousness and bashful charm.

At her most helpless moment, the person she had always regarded as an enemy was the one who extended a helping hand.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Explain first, the designer, the designer!" Lin Mu hurriedly covered his ears, looking at Jian Meixin with a helpless expression as he spoke.

Xing Yifan scooped her up horizontally and carried her to the sofa in the hall. In Bai Xia’s eyes, a smile of happiness and sweetness rippled.

But because the previous deduction was that it was an empty tomb, the sudden appearance of this eyeball-shaped object before our eyes did indeed spark suspicion among us.

For them, whether it was Japanese or Korean car manufacturers, both were targets that needed to be suppressed.

An A-rank wanted criminal is considered by the Qian State’s Spirit Controller Administration to be a disaster-level threat capable of devastating a medium-sized city. General criminals in the middle three realms are at most B-rank, while S-rank criminals above A-rank possess strength approaching the top three realms of the third grade.

Suddenly, a young man with disheveled hair, wearing a bright red robe and sporting brilliant crimson hair, flew across the sky from the distance.

Chen Yu let out a cold snort, raised the Bishui Sword in his hand, and channeled his spiritual power into it. The blade vibrated, instantly emitting a dazzling cyan light.

Furthermore, those who possess this physique are not suppressed by the Great Dao, have an immense affinity for the laws of heaven and earth, and possess peerless combat power within their own realm.

It then converged to form an energy cross-slash, which seemed capable of sweeping across the entire world and shattering endless stars.

Only Lu Ziyi understood Zhou Yan. Sure enough, upon hearing this, he flew into a rage, filled with murderous intent toward Ye Linkong.

Chen Liquan taught them that cultivation is a long process, and in this process, one will naturally acquire certain "supernatural powers" or "functions," but one must always remember: "Be wise, but do not use them."

He was a martial arts fanatic by nature, willing to sacrifice everything for the path of martial arts. Now that the Sect Master had become a Grandmaster, he naturally wanted to advance further himself.

Although the content of the drama had nothing to do with "struggling," it actually proved that "struggling" had no practical significance.

Lie Zhenqing pondered for a moment. Seeing that Meng’er Zhe’s expression was serious and brooked no questioning, he agreed to his request.

"Hehe, old man, it’s not strange!" Lin Chuanming came from a military background and naturally favored the bottle. Thus, he was the first to pick up the wine bottle on the table, pop the cap, and pour for the men present.

"Of course, by flying over the bamboo forest; that is something all us birds know," the skylark said loudly.

"If you don't forgive me, I’ll just eat it myself. Food shouldn't be wasted." Fu Yan clearly saw the moved look in Han Nianzhen's eyes. This expression left him somewhat at a loss. Although he knew he should maintain as close a relationship with her as possible, he did not know how to face this bond if things continued this way.

People live in this world to pursue and admire one another; setting aside all other reasons, all that remains is the propagation of offspring.

For Uryu Ryuunosuke, an artist of lonely creation who had never been understood by anyone, the encouraging significance of these words was exceptionally profound.