Chapter 205: Cao Sheng's Suggestion

Cao Sheng smiled and shook his head. "No! I just didn't expect Director Xu to want to film this kind of movie this time. 'The Legend of Shushan' must be adapted from Huanzhu Louzhu's 'The Swordsmen of Shushan', right?"

Xu Ke nodded. "Yes! It is indeed adapted from 'The Swordsmen of Shushan'. Have you read the original work?"

Cao Sheng nodded. "I've read a bit, but didn't finish it."

Xu Ke smiled. "I haven't finished it either. The story of this book isn't very strong, but it excels in its rich imagination.

"He is my boyfriend! You hit my mother, so why can't he intervene!" Liu Qing, dressed in peasant clothes, shouted loudly in response.

So she desperately tried every way possible to go to Kunlun with Mo Fan. As for why, probably no one knows clearly.

"Forgive me," the man in black shouted, stepping forward. A smile still lingered on his lips; this was not even a matter of being as easy as turning over one's hand, a task easily accomplished.

After eating, they watched TV for a while. Du Fenghui from the military channel chatted with him off and on, mostly Du Fenghui asking and Meng Fan answering.

What is there to fear about the Seven Stars Gang? Tang Feng suddenly thought of the heroic spirit his father Tang Fuhai had spoken to him about: "The great pass is truly like iron, but now we stride over it from the beginning." He now felt that heroic spirit, because destroying the Seven Stars Gang, though difficult, was full of challenges and an immense, powerful passion.

Xiowan and Mr. Tao's wedding was arranged by the Ye family. Lady Ye had brought Mr. Tao's mother to the manor in advance. Xiowan's maiden family was naturally the Ye family. Not many people came; there were only three or four tables in total. But it was precisely these hard-won guests who brought new joy and noise to the silent Ye manor.

Dong Jing's face turned green and then blue. What was going on? Hadn't the two of them slept together last night?

This person actually shared the same name as Lv Xuan, causing Mo Fan to fall into reminiscence. Fortunately, his divine sense was now quite transcendent, so ordinary people truly could not detect the change on his face.

The person from the 'Gate' spoke no more. Bi Ziyan also followed his instructions, grabbing Mo Fan and leading him down.

A burly man with his whole body wrapped in iron chains, swinging a double-bladed dagger tied with an iron chain in his hand, stood there. He was shirtless, his muscles knotted, and several scars like crawling centipedes marred his face, filled with ferocity.

After five or six minutes, three Fengxing vans arrived outside the door, parking domineeringly at the entrance of the sales office. More than ten burly men got out of the cars, each with broad shoulders and round arms, and strode straight in.

Wang Zihao looked at a backpack beside him, kicked it open with his foot, and saw half a bag of money. At this moment, the people around also seemed to see this scene and began to discuss it loudly.

Back then, to prove I wasn't what she thought I was, I used spray paint to specifically paint two pairs of combat boots in other colors.

During this period in the training team, I developed the habit of writing a paragraph of diary every night before sleep.

An Ran looked up. She thought for a moment. She felt this method was indeed quite reliable. At least for her, whose mind was currently full of no definite ideas, it was at least simple, possessed certain operability, and was easy to put into practice.

An Zhi had found several experts from elsewhere. At this moment, their backs were all straight. If it were before, he would not have dared to speak to Wang Zihao like this.

After finishing my cigarette, I told him about the squad leader wanting to search for Hu Xinlei's hidden cigarettes, and handed him the remaining four packs of Nine Five Supreme cigarettes, asking him to swap them, treating these cigarettes as a tribute to the squad leader.

If it were just him and Ye Tian now, he would definitely ask for a clear explanation. But with two companions added, he really found it hard to bring it up. He had a premonition that if he really asked the question in his heart, the situation might become uncontrollable.

Actually, Liu Yiliang's heart was not as carefree as he showed; instead, his heart was filled with bitterness. Today, he deeply realized the true meaning of a saying: "When a scholar meets a soldier, reason cannot be made clear!" He possessed a whole set of strategies, but the opponent fought with his hands, not his brain! What could he do?