Chapter 159: Butterfly Effect; Ancient Great Gods Can No Longer Hold Back

Cao Sheng scrolled through the book review section for half an hour, saw many people actively posting and recommending actresses to play Ran Jing, yawned, and stopped paying attention.

He turned off the computer, got up, and went to the bedroom to rest.

Not long after, he fell asleep.

But the single chapter he posted in "Days Living with an Air Stewardess," especially the thread in the book review section voting for the female lead, continued to ferment; on this night, it attracted the attention of countless netizens.

"Start with the hardest ones: Tencent, NetEase, Shanda, Giant, miHoYo. I will provide you with two sharp weapons: one is our IDE, and the other is the Parallel World Engine."

He secretly ran out of the county bureau, intending to find Wu Sihai alone, even prepared to trade his life for theirs, using his own life to repay the lives of his wife and children.

At the same time, he thought in his heart: if Lu Bingbing really wants it, then I wouldn't mind cooperating with her a bit.

"Alright, you two go down and rest first; when I return..." As she spoke these words, Chu Xiaoxiao stopped; she suddenly realized, where would she send these two to rest?

But rather, it was the kind of "clever thinking" seen in those uncles—only such training has meaning, and only it can better reflect and stimulate the advantages of class-similarity AI in the industrial field.

She hurriedly tore open her clothes and discovered a huge wound on her back; the wound was hideous and terrifying, as if it were a warning to Hua Zhiwei.

After making a round of phone calls, he finally received five hundred yuan, with a note telling him to go check his brain.

She endured the heat of her body temperature, turned around, her tender arm passed through his arm, tightly embraced his strong waist, and whispered.

He understood Ji Hong's operation, and understood it very well; especially combined with the mathematical model he saw late last night, it confirmed that Ji Hong possessed a set of super-intelligent motion trajectory control logic, or even a system.

Hua Zhiwei continued giving instructions; seeing that Xu Jingzhan was still quite well-behaved, she felt somewhat reassured. Xu Jingzhan was someone she took an immediate liking to; she wanted to say more, but then thought there was no rush for now, and would wait until Xu Jingzhan took the seat of a National Scholar before speaking.

Yi Nian cast a grateful glance; although her idol had created many hero images on screen, she was not a real martial arts star, so naturally she could not fight off this group of burly, rough men from society.

A while ago, Old Master Yu sent Angelica, royal jelly, pearls, and other items to the Yan family; at that time, Yan Jin was still wondering why her maternal grandfather would send such medicinal herbs.

An old man in black tight-fitting clothes and an old monk in a kasaya robe sat respectively at the head seats; below them were more than ten men in various costumes and splendid robes.

At this moment, the He family also seemed to realize that Yan Jin was looking at her; she tightened her grip again, and her fingernails instantly scratched through her palm.

Su Ming held a long spear and lightly jumped forward. Instantly, a massive black dragon phantom shot out from the sharp tip of the spear. This black dragon phantom was almost unstoppable; after letting out a sky-shaking roar, it lunged at Yu Hua with claws and fangs bared.

An Yinian was currently sunbathing on the beach with Leng Qiye; receiving the phone call, she naturally exchanged a few pleasantries. Hearing Xiao Yan say she needed her husband's help for something, she immediately handed the phone to Leng Qiye.

Before Qingfeng's eyes, an old man appeared. The old man had a ruddy complexion, bright and shining eyes, not a single white hair on his head, giving the impression of being around forty or fifty years old; yet Qingfeng knew that Long Tianxiao was already over seventy.

Afterwards, the white-haired old man muttered to himself in a voice so low it was barely audible: "So many years have passed; does Mei'er, that girl, still truly hate me?" Naturally, the old man would not let Teng Gao hear this last sentence.

Wu Yi silently thought, "Good, good." Ya Zi was quite alert; he bit down on the command tiger tally that flew out of Ziyang's body. Otherwise, the other party probably would not have come to ask him for information as they were now, but would have started fighting him directly!

Moreover, Lu Cun seemed to have inquired about the Yan family matters, so without thinking twice, he brought up Yan Jin to him.