Chapter 1084

Request leave

Song Ya knew he was referring to Eddie Murphy's Beverly Hills Cop III, which cost fifty million, earned forty million in North America, one hundred twenty million worldwide, pulled out after five weeks, and was especially unpopular in Black neighborhoods.

"The style I designed for you is modern light luxury…" Li Yun pulled out the renderings he had previously made using Kujiale.

Ya Kepeng looked down at the gruesome scene below, his expression utterly unmoved—it wasn't his side that died, so what was there to mourn? After all, Reincarnators could resurrect; dying any number of times didn't matter.

They walked up to Ma Lin, tore off the black cloth covering their faces—faces pale, noses swollen, eyes bruised black, unrecognizable, utterly unidentifiable.

These two Silver-tier traits were indeed not particularly strong compared to those more bizarre and mysterious supernatural abilities like prophecy, curses, or illusions.

That was a bit frustrating—didn't this mean the neurotic third-generation rich kid would have even greater resources to draw on in the future?

The Origin Space was a very peculiar place; here, as one of the administrators, Luo Yi possessed the vast majority of permissions, but there were also many Divine Thrones of equal rank and equal permissions, which caused Luo Yi's permissions to be endlessly interfered with, ultimately reduced to less than one in ten thousand.

Even if the corpses of yao beasts had no use whatsoever for human cultivators and instead threatened the existence of certain life forms, they might still be left behind, because they still held value for human cultivators to experience.

"Alright, here's your phone, don't bother me again," Zhang Mou waved his hand, then bent down to scroll through his phone. Ning Hao watched him with a smile—his words were full of complaints, but the drive behind them was undeniable; that passion couldn't be faked—it only erupted when faced with a great script, and as a director, he knew better than anyone.

Next came Luo Yi's era, when the gods fell and the Sea of Magic dried up, after tens of thousands of years of silence.

Standing on Xia Guo's territory, Juewu spoke these words calmly, then shot skyward—vanished before Xiao Fei's eyes.

I explained that I had never provoked Su Yi; from beginning to end, it was Su Yi who provoked me.

This young director of the Yu Du Municipality's catering department had a very big mouth—he absolutely refused to compensate demolition victims at the standard of five thousand per square meter, even declaring she had two days to consider it, and if she disagreed after two days, they would forcibly demolish. Zhao Fengjiao was furious at the time, but later she thought it over and realized Zhang Han didn't seem to be bluffing her.

Gu Bei gave up all hope, charging out alone from the mountain kiln; Li Yusheng and Tian Tian closely followed him, braving the torrential rain, slipping and sliding down cliffs and gullies toward the valley floor, running to the roaring floodwaters—Gu Bei was soaked in mud and water, his head and face caked in thick sludge.

Zhou Zhong pulled out the Shuixian Stone and continuously cultivated new insights into the Water Dao; in previous battles, Zhou Zhong had won precisely by applying this Water Dao, without using the Sea God Trident or the Heaven-Splitting Axe.

The north wind howled in, and Song Anran suspected she wouldn't be killed—but would freeze to death instead.

Wang Xiaozhuo knew he was in the wrong; he complained, but dared not oppose Shang Jie in the slightest. Chen Yu truly had sharp eyes—she had found someone both sides feared, someone who forced both sides into complete helplessness, too terrified to even fight.

You see how they usually bully the few, oppress martial artists and common folk without hesitation—but before such ferocious beast and bird cultivators, they were already terrified out of their wits.

"Decide and control the situation yourself—I told you, everything is in your hands!" Feng smiled, slowly approaching Luo Yan.

When Chen Qing saw F University's official Weibo, the "war" had already begun. What surprised her was that F University students directly fired back beneath the obvious cyberbullying comments.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuqin deliberately walked ahead of him, and Ye Xingchen made no move to overtake her, his deep eyes fixed on her back.

Lin Yue understood that the advantages of "looking good" couldn't be relied on for life, and fanatical adoration couldn't sustain indefinite one-sided consumption. Acting was a lifelong career; to go far and steady, one must break free from "stereotypes."

She quickly bent down, grabbed a handful of dirt, smeared it on her face with saliva, then untied her neatly bound grass-string hair, raked her fingers wildly through it until her hair became filthy and disheveled.

Pushed by Qian Baobao, Zi Hua's bulky body instantly lost balance and fell to the ground, the stone knife slipping from her hand.

Because what he had obtained was a fifth-grade xuan beast core—worse than even those spirit herbs.

"Auntie, don't worry—I've already asked my dad to have other hospitals send blood over; Yuqin will get through this," Yang Xiaozhen comforted Gao Shan, yet wasn't she also comforting herself?

Dawn was breaking; his knees ached so badly they had lost all sensation. His arms had fused with the ground, propping up his trembling body. The morning birds chirped incessantly—was this a sign that Ying Xue's punishment was about to end?

She looked troubled—when everyone else picked up their instruments and prepared, her eyes remained stuck on the staff, her hands completely lagging behind.