Chapter 41

The production company was Lincheng Television. A friend introduced her to the producer, who was polite and deeply appreciative of her capabilities, inviting her to serve as the chief director.

Finally spotting fresh traces—and from merely a night ago—Chen An naturally would not let the opportunity slip. He immediately had several hounds sniff out the scent and tracked them all the way.

Shen Luoxi’s words carried a hidden meaning, and Princess Consort Lian might not have failed to catch it, yet she merely smiled, remarked, "You are overthinking," and changed the subject.

How could Chi Qingyu have loved him so dearly, having desperately pursued him for all these years? At banquets, she was the one who would rather drink herself into the hospital than let him deal with such messy affairs, yet now she was actually striking him with her own hands?

Subsequently, Jiang Yan grew intimate with Pei Qiuning beneath the brocade quilt. As she was slowly changing day by day, he too needed to take the initiative; appropriate physical contact could bring their hearts closer together.

When Du Xi witnessed this scene, she felt for a moment as though everything she had once persisted in had lost all meaning.

Neither Xu Nuo nor Liu Yiyi hesitated. They immediately released their true qi, channeling it into the stone gate, and soon felt an exceptionally rich surge of spiritual energy erupting from within.

Perhaps startled by the massive commotion below, when Chen An lowered his gaze to look down, he happened to catch sight of two giant flying squirrels darting out from a spot slightly lower down the cliff face.

Unlike Gu Qing’s unpracticed and chaotic kisses, Shen Yanzhi’s onslaught was fierce and overbearing. He forcefully pried open Gu Qing’s pearly teeth, greedily devouring her unique sweetness.

For the very first time, Mu Xing’s customarily steady expression showed obvious emotional fluctuations, every word laden with a chilling, murderous intent.

The Moon Spirit clan was the second-to-last race to successfully ascend during the previous ten-thousand-year cycle. When the Immortal race ascended, they must have experienced this once already.

The very instant the sword qi appeared, everyone present—including the high-ranking immortal elders hovering above the clouds—felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

She never believed in matching social status, nor did she ever feel unworthy. She was the top match, the perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Lu Wang’s phone vibrated once more. The assistant tactfully retreated. Lu Wang raised an eyebrow, answered the call anew, his voice maintaining its customary aloofness.

This Dan Feifei possessed somewhat of a masochistic streak; didn't she see that none of them could stand her? How could she possibly have the nerve to follow along?

Jiang Han merely glanced at Deputy Hall Master Lian and replied indifferently, "I am already a direct disciple of the Forging Hall."

The next moment, a muscular, robust, and bare-chested model of Ma Chao appeared within Xu Xiu’s line of sight.

Lu Wang paid no mind to the three Xiang brothers. He merely kept his dark, profound eyes fixed steadily upon Lin Yi.

Perhaps because Tang Yun’s vicious words had pushed Wang Xiaoya to her breaking point, when Tang Yun attempted to leave this time, she did not dare to stop him.

Wen Ning had originally thought that if her older brother wasn't asleep, she could share it as a late-night snack, but since he was already asleep, she chose not to disturb him, gently closing the door as she retreated.

Qin Feifei bit her thin lower lips tightly, a flash of coldness crossing the depths of her eyes. She desperately wanted to find out just who this Mu Ruyue was, to have caused her to miss even the top three rankings.

People from three different nations formed three separate phalanxes—center, left, and right—guarding a cave measuring two zhang square. The cave was extremely shallow, coming to an end mere meters inside. This was the entrance to the secret realm.

The illusory, hazy radiance absorbed thousands of resentful souls, instantly repairing the incomplete soul that had been injured by those very spirits moments before. LeBlanc truly had not anticipated that Karthus could suddenly summon the strength to break free from her shackles.

Having revealed even such secretive matters, coupled with the subtle influence of the Wujian golden finger, Feng Li and Chang He established a basic trust in Li Fuyao—though, of course, this was still not enough.

"So this is your reason for betraying me? So this is your reason for carrying on a clandestine affair behind my back with Huihui? Xu Nuo, you bastard, for your sake I fell out with my father multiple times and even willingly eloped with you, and this is how you repay me?" Lin Feifei stared at Xu Nuo with reddened eyes, and then struck him across the face.

Slowly, the entire yellow talisman was finally peeled away, yet Ma Zhengye did not remove it entirely at once, keeping it poised right against the corpse's forehead. At the slightest sign of trouble, he could press it right back on.

Looking at Chen Han in this state, Wang Fuxin felt as though he had unwittingly walked right into some sort of scheme devised by Chen Han.

This immediately filled Cange with a sense of foreboding; both his mobilization of men and tonight's operation had been conducted in absolute secrecy, even if Wu Yang had somehow been on guard beforehand.

As for the group of Saint Dao Sect members who had been standing beside Li Xiuyuan just moments ago, they had vanished from the spot countless times faster than him.

Long Lengrui had no idea where Long Weihu derived his confidence from; he curled his lips and looked at the Second Prince Long Weihu as if gazing at an absolute fool.

She possessed an air of aloof pride and detached coldness. Like a winter plum blossom in the bitter frost, like towering green bamboo of noble integrity, like an orchid in an empty valley, like a reclusive chrysanthemum. Even within the majestic and solemn imperial palace, she walked as though nothing were there. No one blocked her path, and no one dared to utter a word.

Even so, it was still not enough to halt the falling broken peak of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. The latter even cast off his golden armor, hurling himself desperately against the fractured summit in a desperate bid to shatter the mountain peak into oblivion entirely.