Chapter 189: Such a Trailer

Old Pig watched the trailer in an internet cafe.

When he discovered the video would lag every few seconds, he decisively chose to buffer for a while longer; watching the buffering progress bar below the video grow bit by bit until it reached halfway through the video's timeline, only then did he resume watching this trailer.

The "Immortal Sword" he had written previously had already ended.

During the serialization of this book on Rongshu, it just so happened that a large number of publishers from Taiwan came to the mainland seeking manuscripts; his "Immortal Sword

"Huang Bo is too polite. People like us have just eaten a few more years of rice; it's not about who teaches whom, but rather that we all improve together." Xi Meijuan wore a beaming smile, feeling very comfortable with Huang Bo's attitude; no one likes being ignored and looked down upon.

If we speak of achievements in film, Zhang Ziyi of the Central Academy of Drama's 1996 acting class ranks first, leaving everyone else far behind; but when it comes to achievements in theater, Yuan Quan is also the undisputed number one. Among her and the generation that followed, she is the unquestioned peak.

Facing her words, at this moment, Hui Jue's mind flashed with countless thoughts, and finally he nodded slightly.

Although Elder Ye had already known Lin Ye was very strong, he could not judge exactly how strong, so this time he invited two innate masters to come out of seclusion, intending to assess Lin Ye's strength, and even harboring the thought of asking the two experts to take Lin Ye as their disciple.

Except for Dong Wanqing, everyone felt that winning an award in the Math Olympiad was a very slim possibility.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, something terrible has happened." Zhang Zuoxiang found Zhang Zuolin at the horse track, holding a telegram.

"Pfft, Brother Cheng, you're too funny." The other person's hearty laughter came through the phone clearly.

He didn't know which mischievous soldier gave him the nickname "Squint." But that squinting eye of his often made people feel a sinister light within it, so gradually everyone started calling him Guan Xieyan.

He never expected that Li Bai used the Fist technique of striking the ox from behind the mountain; the force not only sent the stool flying but also struck the opponent's leg with unerring accuracy. It could even transform directly into a weapon to attack the opponent directly.

After shattering the Flame Sword Qi, Luo Yi rapidly closed in on the boss, and his fist imbued with the Profound Meaning smashed straight forward.

Stepping across the silver gate, Xiao Ming felt his spirit falter for a moment, and his feet immediately stepped onto solid ground.

"Senior Sister, it is all my fault; I should not have suspected Senior Brother like this." Hong Ni stepped forward and spoke to Jiang Yuelong.

Having already reached the stage of Yang Xiangwei, casting spells no longer relied on external objects but on one's own inherent strength. Whether it was a rope, a leaf, or a piece of paper, as long as she wished, that thing could become a "magic artifact."

On this original painting, he had a bit of a "crowded" feel, not positioned in the exact center of the image.

Although he was not afraid of others attacking, and these people had not truly done anything to harm him, Xiao Ming's mood was nonetheless unpleasant.

Li Feng stood behind the ranged troops, pressed S to stay in place, preparing to find an opportunity to secure the kill; he checked Kael's status panel: Doran's Sword plus Red Potion.

Having personally experienced all of this, "Did You Battle Today?" was stunned, unable to come to his senses for a long time, and didn't know what to say.

The laborer below, his face bitter, his skin twitching, squatted halfway, swept, and placed the chunks of meat packed in the sack back onto the ground.

Those faint, heavy and coarse breaths exhaled from his mouth, and even a few streaks of blood appeared in his eyes.

As the first ray of sunlight spilled onto the earth, the people in the Dragon Kingdom camp rose early, walked out of their homes, and sat facing east.

Any other thing done was merely the fire that warmed her hands; besides that, I have nothing else to say.

The assassin was indeed not a professional player; his name was Yao Peng, and he operated a porcelain kiln outside the town. In previous years, he had some dealings with the Zhao family, but later, as the Zhao family's business grew larger and larger, the Yao porcelain could no longer keep up with the supply volume, so the Zhao family shifted a large number of orders entirely to the Luo family's mechanical porcelain kiln.