Chapter 296

Days passed one by one.

In the blink of an eye, another week and more had gone by.

The total box office for *Ip Man* surged to over 51 million, then it was pulled from theaters, ending its run in the mainland.

Facts proved that the negative rumors about Ip Man exposed online had a negligible impact on the film's box office; after all, people who could go online in this day and age were still a minority, and the internet access fee of two or three yuan per hour kept most people isolated from the internet.

*If You Are the One* was later than *Ip Man*.

However, before he had turned around and run more than a few steps, a gust of sinister wind blew from behind him, and that cold sensory stimulation followed him like a shadow.

"Is that so? Then I'll be off." The carriage driver didn't say much; he knew that a hunter's stamina was extraordinary.

The two people in charge got off work in the middle of the night and came to torment A Mao just at dawn; they were truly invincible in their baseness.

After Yuan Xi had rammed and solidified the snow cave for himself and Liu Gu, and confirmed it wouldn't collapse, he carried Liu Gu down.

The hunter flipped his hand to sheathe his blade, channeled strength into his heels, and vaulted into the air, his legs spinning to draw a waltz in the sky, accompanied by a low, humming drone that took shape and was breathtakingly beautiful. He spun from one side to the other, his body still twisting, and without time to adjust, he charged out again. Whoosh, the other wing of the Teostra had also met with disaster.

Zu Yao was startled, but seeing the serious look in Taylor's eyes, he knew she wasn't joking, so he immediately put away his smile and obediently walked toward Taylor.

And if one wishes to achieve the status of Great Luo Golden Immortal, or even Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal, one must cultivate all six levels of the mental cultivation method.

Qixue had been following Bian Yu for some time; although she was pure and chaste, she knew that the man before her—her master—was sizing her up, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn slightly, not daring to look him in the face.

The reason she was waiting in the courtyard so early was to ask Cui Cui about what happened last night.

Qin Fangbai took off his usual mask of indifference, carrying a hint of coquettishness, feeling a bit adorable. Su Wuyang also heard the child's heartbeat; to be honest, she was a bit shaken. However, her grandmother was still in the mountains.

Beibei immediately took over the conversation, "We are only five years and..." As he spoke, he counted his fingers with a serious air: "Eight months!" Finally, he innocently held up eight fingers.

"Baby!" A pair of hands suddenly hugged her from behind, and then kisses, warm as rain, fell upon her bare shoulders. Baby was so frightened she screamed, but a hand immediately covered her mouth.

She truly had no other way; she did not want to watch the Catherine Group fall into other hands. If that happened, this path in Asia that had just begun would surely be nipped in the bud. Her life's hard work and wishes would all be washed away.

The doorbell kept ringing, sounding jarring and piercing in the quiet room, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

"Wu Yangxin, don't you know whose employee she is?" A wave of frustration in Qin Fangbai turned into resentment, all of which was vented onto Wu Yangxin.

After Cían finished speaking, she took the lead and continued walking up the mountain. The Emperor looked up and realized he was still at the foot of the mountain, not even halfway up yet. Seeing how far away the summit still was, the Emperor lost his breath.

Once in the car, I asked where we were going to eat. Zuo Yisen gave a mysterious smile and said nothing, as if he had already made all the arrangements.

The sunset glow cast a layer of psychedelic bright gold over the ocean tides, the gentle waves lapping against the black reefs, and the overbearing crabs left strange trails on the beach.

If we want to help them avoid danger and leave this high school safely, it is not impossible; we just need to find a perfect excuse to get everyone to act with us.

Although his cultivation had not broken through, he felt that his cultivation was already on the verge of a breakthrough.

However, at this moment, Hu Menglin had no time to discuss these things. Before he could even set off, several Purple-Gold Crane-folk and Golden-Silk Swallow-folk sent by the Nimeng tribe brought Hu Menglin a Nimeng Scepter. According to the Purple-Gold Crane-folk shaman, this was one of the few treasures left behind from the Nimeng world of the past.