Chapter 287: 《Twilight》: A Strong Stench of Failure

Cao Sheng very much wanted to adapt the story of this movie world into a real screenplay.

Yet he thought of two problems.

One was that he knew Zhongyuan Yidianhui also wrote screenplays, and had already sold several, such as "One Man's Martial Arts World," "Ong-Bak," "Ip Man," and "Pacific Rim."

He even suspected that Zhongyuan Yidianhui had already written the screenplay for "Twilight."

Of course, it was also possible that this screenplay had not yet been written.

But how could he know Hua Linglong's thoughts? Seeing Yang Zhan enter the stone chamber with her, Hua Linglong could not help but feel a flutter in her heart, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Because she had something on her mind, Sun Yingying could not sleep soundly; she did not know how many times she had woken up, and in a daze, she grabbed the alarm clock to check the time, shocked into sitting bolt upright.

Yang Tian could understand her current mood, so he did not speak, watching to see what she would ultimately choose to do.

"Boss, you've never been this cool before, Boss, you have to go for it!" Two of his die-hard friends were already secretly cheering the curly-haired man on.

"Haha, someone who specializes in taking lives turns out to be a coward afraid of death," Murong Yunzhen laughed magnanimously.

He departed with a leisurely, unhurried gait, simultaneously releasing his aura. But just as he was full of confidence, he suddenly sensed seven wolves rushing straight toward him. This made him feel slightly surprised; the figures of the seven wolves were not yet visible, and though he carefully used his sense of smell and hearing to distinguish them, he could not detect anything different about these seven wolves.

"Big Brother!" Mu Jinghua was the second to discover that Mu Jingcang was already dead; her body trembled slightly, but she did not shed tears. People were already dead; shedding tears would only make her appear more cowardly.

Looking at it now, Johnny's personality and the do-or-die fighting spirit displayed by the hull of the *Broken Tooth* were surprisingly well-matched.

The black horse that Yang Zhan had tamed was indeed a hero among horses; it ran for an entire day without showing any signs of fatigue, which truly took him by surprise.

Locke walked to the center of the warship; this was a fel energy map, and it could be clearly seen that on the map, the front lines of the Burning Legion and the Kalimdor Allied Forces had not changed much.

"Get lost!" Long Tianxiang erupted with all his strength, smashing the Silver Dragon blocking his path away with one punch, while his other hand reached toward Wang Yu again.

If the Duke of Rong's mansion had not brought Miss Yunqiao over, the Marchioness of Zhongyong might have really gone to snatch the child from Miss Yunqiao.

More than a hundred ghost coins paired with a C-rank eerie item could basically stabilize that tattered arm.

Wang Yan's wife was a collateral branch of the Duke of Cheng's Feng family; generations ago, the Duke of Cheng's family had a big scandal, and the Duchess of Cheng had sent the wives of the second and third branches of the Feng family to the Caution and Discipline Department.

But now that his relationship with his elder sister was good, he was even more reluctant, and he did not want to return to their previous way of interacting.

Speaking of which, the Ming woman was somewhat envious; like Xie Yixiao, she had lost her parents, but Xie Yixiao still had a younger brother and family members who cared about her, while she had no so-called maternal family left.

Qin Xuanling covered her nose and mouth, flying to one side without changing her expression, her gaze glancing nonchalantly at Yun Xihe, who sat alone on the high platform; was this what she meant by waiting to see a joke?

The Red Phoenix Ancestor raised her hand, cradling the golden light in her palm, feeling the phoenix bloodline within her body about to boil.

Liang Rumei's current state was much better than before; she was only afraid and was not making a scene like she had previously.

Unfortunately, suppressed by the privacy screen and her lack of height, no matter how hard she tried, all she could see was a pitch-black screen.

Steward Cao took a lighter out of his pocket; Mrs. Mu suffered from cervical spondylosis, so she was accustomed to wearing a cape in air-conditioned rooms. She didn't have time to take it off when she went out, so she reached out to remove the cape from her neck and brought the lighter closer.

The crowd discussed it, none of them knowing what was going on; their curiosity was piqued again, and some followed the flatbed cart all the way to the gate of the Zheng family.