44 Filming

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Shen Yi shifted his gaze away and couldn’t help but feel relieved inwardly. Fortunately, his foolish younger brother harbored no such feelings toward Miss Zhong; otherwise, he would surely be heartbroken. At this moment, the café was still empty of customers. A young staff member at the bar was wiping utensils with a clean white cloth, while another was testing the POS machine and neatly arranging various items on the counter.

Qin Feng didn’t need a chair; he bent one leg slightly while crossing the other, squatting down in a difficult posture. Sure enough, just after lunch, when the craftsmen stepped out, they heard Hua Liniang’s sharp scream and assumed something had happened, so they all came over. The golden finger deliberately did not resist; with a thud, he truly fell to the ground, fortunately on a carpet.

Although Qiao Xi was surprised and somewhat resistant to the arrival of the appointed time, his heart was happy. He had originally prepared to fight to the death with Qin Feng because, in this martial world, sparing an enemy was a grave taboo. Gray looked at Sophia uncertainly and asked: Among their ancestors, there had been destructive-level masters of the sixth tier and above; after atavism, the bloodline they obtained was likely a rule-level bloodline.

The six sticky clients sitting on the sofa secretly despised him: what was so good about steamed buns to gnaw on, as if they were ghosts starved for three hundred years. How many times had he and she stopped just in time—was it because emotions ceased at propriety, or simply because he could not continue? As expected, when mentioning the lost wine over the past decade, several aunties became animated, chatting back and forth, leaving Da Jiang with no chance to interject. However, after sitting quietly for a while, Da Jiang was able to piece together some clues.

A hero with a single sword was still far from the second young marshal of the Yuan family. The saying “Southern Yuan, Northern Duan” was indeed unreliable. Yan Zhen inwardly grumbled but dared not be careless; he immediately unleashed the Water Sovereign Sword Dao, transforming his sword into a massive watery deity, like a blade cleaved from the deep sea, its reverse stroke dark as ink.

“This... Brother Hei makes a good point.” Hearing Hei Mazi’s words, Xue Ding gradually fell into deep thought, feeling a tangled mess in his heart. Even more marvelously, the Y Yang Dharma King continuously infused demonic void creatures into his sea of consciousness. The city wall guards could feel slight tremors beneath their feet; many soldiers turned pale with fright, their morale greatly diminished.

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That day, Princess Jielan had only a brief conversation with Left Virtuous King, essentially requesting his help to find a Han dynasty gardener. She said she loved admiring flowers and wanted a Han gardener by her side to cultivate them, making life in the royal mansion more joyful.

On the young man’s table lay a plate of roast chicken and a pot of wine; he ate and drank leisurely, appearing utterly relaxed and content. Lin Yi took a sip of red wine, feeling a warmth surge from his throat into his belly, igniting a flush of heat throughout his body.

After a while, Lüyù returned with herbs. Tie Furong informed Left Virtuous King that this time they were administering Tianshan Snow Lotus to Princess Jielan, promising recovery within seven days. His heavenly eye had always been unfailing; he could see whatever was meant to be seen.

Ren Jiugo approached the blood-tinged gate ahead, cloaking his hand in spiritual power and gently pushing. With a dull sound, the entire blood-stone gate slowly opened. The Blood Demon faction still boasted eighty-three Divine Emperors: eleven of the third rank, thirty-eight second rank, and thirty-four first rank.

At that moment, a powerful, terrifying aura suddenly arose nearby—the savage intent unmistakably that of a ferocious beast. Back inside the house, Zhao Hui finished recounting the events, and Mu Chu’s group met again. Suddenly, he called out to Mu Chu. Everyone was enlightened and marveled quietly. The Dan Zun Sacred Body, such a miraculous constitution, had appeared in Sun Yu’s body, surprising all disciples.

His speed was abysmally weak; though improving, he was still pitifully inferior compared to others—this made him extremely frustrated. Fourth Prince thought to himself, unexpectedly, the children of the Li family were quite eloquent. Unexpectedly, the knife was snatched from Mu Chu’s hand and thrust toward his chest.

The founder’s ethereal spirit flickered a few times, his blurred face radiating a kindly smile before fading until vanishing entirely between heaven and earth. Beichen Yue, lying on the bed, only relaxed after hearing her soft snoring.

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This path was not much different from the demonic path people had heard about. For a moment, even the cultivators of Yunhai Sect showed hints of hostility toward Ye Yang, though unlike others, their stance did not suggest any intention to confront him.

Zhong Zhiqi did not respond but silently furrowed his brows. Tang Qin knew he had no good solution, and so the two fell into their own brooding silence. Fortunately, Shuang Ling dodged the flying talisman and stood once more in the air, narrowing her eyes slightly as she watched Xuanyuan Dao and Yandu emerge from the wide spatial rift.

“Yunjing Fashion Hotel.” Everyone was stunned when Qin Kai drew the location. Shen Nanyu woke early to see him still asleep and asked Ling Tian about Ling Yili’s palace visit yesterday. Ling Tian said little, only mentioning that Princess Sang wanted to see her second brother. Shen Nanyu fell silent, saying nothing more.

Yet Mo Zixuan’s spirit was struck as if by a great blow; a mouthful of fresh blood surged from his throat, and his gaze dimmed by ninety percent in an instant. Mo Qingyuan looked at the vegetables in the garden and thought Yun Ya’s planting skills were quite good; the greens looked fresh and pleasing.

When Yang Yi arrived at the racetrack, several hundred people had already gathered, most setting up stalls on the open ground. Mo Qingyuan sat on a bench drinking water while Xuyang guarded the beast, cheering them on as they divided the beasts. Zhou Mingyuan did not join but sat nearby, watching Mo Qingyuan.

“If no one wishes to watch, that’s fine; I’ll try to write so even those who haven’t seen the movie will enjoy it.” Almost ready, Jiang Weiwei took a breath to calm her panting.

“All right, since Lord Gao Guang has no objections, we will deploy troops immediately,” Katayama Nobuyasu said cheerfully.