Chapter 288: The Premature Birth of

On the other side.

Wu Weilun, having just ended his call with Cao Sheng, could not hide the regret in his expression.

He truly had high hopes for the story "Twilight," believing that if he could adapt it into a script, leveraging the slight fame of Zhongyuan, there was a great chance the script would find investors.

In this way, he could use this opportunity to complete his transition from script supervisor to screenwriter.

Unfortunately, the other party said they had already written the script.

He sat at the desk.

Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his right hand, and three Soul-Condensing Flowers floated before Nangong Zheng, Lin Fan, and Wang Hao.

Fang Chuan completely believed Yang Yifan's "Life-Standing Pill," feeling especially grateful to Yang Yifan; at the same time, he felt deep remorse, thinking he had truly been blind back then.

He thought, as long as she does not wake for a day, he will guard her for a day; if she never wakes in a lifetime, he will guard her for a lifetime... After all, having experienced life, death, and separation, seeing her lying here now, he finds it sweet.

"No, I don't understand." Liu Ying's voice trembled even more, and her body shook terribly; she did not know what was wrong with him today, why he would suddenly say such things.

Having no further use value, Jiang Xing did not hesitate any longer; Ling Tu appeared in the form of the "Dragon Paint" sword, then thrust into the opponent's brow, withdrew the sword, and slashed at the void with stored momentum; the purple-gold sword qi took the shape of a crescent moon, instantly severing the opponent's life thread.

To save him, Ah Zheng unleashed his immature sword formation against the black bear; the sword light backfired, carving several bloody wounds on his body.

Mo Ting looked around in all directions; thieves always have guilty hearts, especially when stealing from Lou Tianyi; his heart pounded wildly, and he was constantly fearful, knowing that sooner or later Lou Tianyi would discover what he had done, yet he seemed to have made up his mind.

Both were momentarily stunned; Wang Li was because she still had lingering feelings for Zhou Hao, while Zhou Hao did not expect that the current Wang Li seemed even more beautiful than before.

With Chu Fei's departure, the martial arts arena instantly became noisy; everyone was shocked by Chu Fei's strength. With just one punch, he had beaten Yun Xiao, who was in the mid-stage of the Soul-Condensing realm, into a state where life or death was unknown; it was truly terrifying. And someone with such strength turned out to be a lowly servant! This made people even more curious.

"It's not exactly dangerous; as long as luck isn't too bad, we just need to avoid meeting them in the first few rounds of the competition," Zhang Ziming explained to Ye Tong, also comforting Chu Fei.

Taking the towel, the youth casually wiped his head twice, then took off the sweat-soaked purple tank top and walked toward the bathroom inside the room.

Sure enough, seeing that Yun Yang was actually only one meter away from him, Lin Feng finally could not hold back and acted; squatting down on the spot, Lin Feng instantly launched a fierce sweep kick at Yun Yang's lower body.

Because of Dong Ming's matter, I already felt a bit of guilt toward her; now that I am unharmed and can see him again, therefore, in my subconscious, I hope she is also safe and sound.

Jing Yiren's nude-colored nails looked quite pretty; by the time her hair was done, it was already past 3 PM in the afternoon.

But those who know know that this is not a banquet at all; it is a monthly meeting.

So the main gate was tightly closed; except for family members, when others called, the servants uniformly replied that the President and Lady were not at home.

Shen Shu sat by the hospital bed, looking up at the handsome middle-aged man before her; his hair seemed to have some white strands too, his complexion was very pale, his cheeks were thin, and one could see at a glance that he had been tortured by illness beyond recognition.

Last night, heavy snow fell all night; now the sun had come out, and the sunlight scattered on the thick snow pressing on the branches, reflecting a soft glow, very bright and cheerful.

"How... didn't you want to kill me? Why let me live for this extra moment..." Mo Lentra slowly raised his head, revealing a mocking smile.