Chapter 164

"This character, Feng Yuxiu..."

Cao Sheng paused, then said: "This role is hard to cast—it needs someone who can portray a martial obsessive with solid kung fu foundation, and also convey cruelty and ruthlessness. I can't think of anyone perfect. I suggest you consider Zou Luolong or Qian Xiaohao. Hmm, Zhao Wenzhuo could be considered too."

In Cao Sheng's memory, Zhao Wenzhuo rarely played villainous roles.

When he first debuted, he did

"But we estimate the suspect was around twenty years old at the time, and the town had no high school, so I think it unlikely he studied." Ruo Na said.

The long spear whirled again, over a dozen spear streaks like lightning, roaring with thunder, slammed toward Gu Ke's front. Gu Ke dared not meet Lei's spear force head-on, forced back three steps; then his figure suddenly dissolved into a faint ring of bluish mist, repeating his old trick as he spun wildly around Lei.

The rat was immediately devoured by a dozen youths, not a drop of blood wasted. It seemed Lei's action had earned these outcasts a sliver of goodwill—their glances toward him now carried a faint, almost imperceptible softness.

Feng Jing had dreamed of it: grandly debating, eloquent beyond compare, swaying the court, defeating every chancellor... even the Emperor had been conquered by him, not only keeping his post but promoting him further, taking him as a trusted confidant... A top scholar, after all, always had many romantic notions.

"Let's see if we can find a way out." Ruo Jin brushed the dirt off her body and stood up.

Hundreds of miles away, Jerry and Picart nearly simultaneously uttered the same sigh—but they had no idea they would soon suffer a crushing blow from Carson's Tiger, Lokat. The first to fall would be Picart himself, the one who had led hundreds of thousands of troops, arrogant and invincible.

She didn't finish her words, but the faint trickle of killing intent seeping from her revealed her stance.

"Good. I'll come back to you later. I have some matters to handle." After personally confirming Lan Li was unharmed, Andy said simply, then turned and waddled off with his slightly chubby frame toward... Fan's position.

Lan Li smiled but said nothing, merely lifted his coffee and took a small sip. He wasn't joking—it was truly so.

While Song Xing was pondering, Zeng Aniu took several big strides and reached Song Xing's side, silent, grinning foolishly at him.

At that moment, Blackwood Baron's orderly, Schlock, ran out from the corner and barked at the landlady.

Keke didn't idle—she went to the backyard, dug out an old hoe unused for years, slung it over her shoulder, and went to work in the fields.

Music began. Yang Fan was tightly pulled by Lin Ruo. Lin Xi and Zhao Jing sat nearby; confused, Zhao Jing clapped her hands. Yang Fan collapsed.

You're a middle-aged greasy uncle—who the hell would ever "merge swords" with you, let alone claim "invincible under heaven"? If you're so damn awesome, why the hell have you been flopping for years?

"Sishafen is that one! You can't use rat poison together with Sishafen!" Jia Mengmei suddenly became agitated.

Wu Zhihui knew this big guy was doing it on purpose. Fine, then—it's death either way. Who's afraid of whom?

This was the one thing Wu Zhihui could not tolerate: a rich girl coming to her poor man's home to mooch off him—wasn't that robbing the poor to enrich the rich?

A vast, solemn, domineering voice suddenly echoed inside the Lie Long No. 1 spaceship—the godlike arrogance, the condescending posture toward all lower life forms—was laid bare in the tone of those three sentences.

Or like his master, who in his past life must have burned incense for countless lifetimes to meet such a good informant—but what was the result?