Chapter 325: Industry Status, and He Also Wants to Write a Screenplay

After reading some book reviews, Cao Sheng smiled, turned off his computer, and walked out to the balcony outside his bedroom, gazing at the vast sea under the night sky.

He thought of The Legend of Honghuang, which he hadn't written for several days, and wondered where he should stay after returning to Huizhou in a few days.

The Legend of Honghuang—he had plenty of time to write after school broke for the holidays, saved up some drafts, and a few days' pause wouldn't matter.

After this trip ends and he returns to Huizhou, he'll adjust his mindset.

As the Orc Soul Walker clearly enunciated each syllable, the tip of his short staff gradually gathered dense elemental energy, growing brighter until it completely swallowed the Soul Walker's figure.

It was exactly like, "If you don't explain, I'll make you regret being born in this world!"

"As long as you understand, that's enough!" Liu Yan replied with a tone of utter exasperation, as if to say, "Go find someone else—I'm not your person."

Ling Yun bit her lip, her eyes brimming with too much reluctance, too much lingering affection, too much tender warmth—all too thick to unravel.

Liu Xiangnan didn't bother with formalities; after all, their relationship had reached this point, so there was no need to draw clear lines between them. In truth, Liu Xiangnan wanted to strike out on his own not just to find a platform to fulfill his ambitions, but primarily to look out for Liu Yan.

The sleazy guy Ma Liang chimed in: "Yes! We all want to hear it!" At first it was just a single clap of thunder, then others joined in. In any part of Huaxia, this was how it went—once someone echoed, others followed. Of course, most of these people were just there for the show.

Inside the elevator, Mu Wanqing glanced at Liu Yan, so close, and a strange feeling stirred deep in her heart.

Even though the two were now separated by great distances, Tang Bai's gaze here was merely an invisible mental projection, yet under the old man's eyes, Tang Bai keenly sensed that the old man had already detected his presence.

Thus, excluding the dozen or so patients planning to go on an adventure, Chen Xi led the others along the path Bai Nan had taken earlier toward the ward building, to look for evidence.

Xiao Gang and the other Xiao family members, seeing this scene, were also greatly surprised—Tian Lin was calling Liu Yan "Master"? What on earth was going on?

"Forget it." Princess Angeline seemed to see the count begging before her, pleading for mercy for his family. But that was impossible—all noble bloodlines, not belonging to these families or their underlings, must be severed.

He also realized he didn't want to close the notebook before the ink had dried, smudging the creamy white paper.

If before meeting her, he had considered marrying someone else, he could have done so with only one wife—at least as a sign of respect for her, and to fulfill his mother's wishes. His mother wanted this for him, and he would do it.

With the general captured, as the sky gradually darkened, enemies seemed to surround him from all sides. The disorganized Yuan army, exhausted from days of forced marches, had no will to fight any longer; they all knelt and surrendered. Thus, Liu Xie achieved his first victory without effort, capturing Qiao Rui, one of Yuan Shu's top generals, and taking prisoner twenty thousand of Yuan Shu's troops—a great triumph.

The divine sorcerers of the Chenxi Temple would not waste time—they would spare no effort to kill every demon they could see.

It pressed directly against Ye's father's wrist; with a firm tug, he forcibly pulled Ye's father's hand down from midair.

Yao Ming paused. "Why so cheap?" If Shen Yang had named this price at the start, he'd have thought it expensive—but now he realized it was genuinely dirt cheap.

Ye Wei only felt puzzled, so he turned and asked his mother, "Mom, did we have guests today?" His mother said nothing, only gave a faint smile—neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Mai screamed and tried to dodge, but the man behind her stood like an iron wall, blocking the only escape.

Same square. Same familiar sound of the cloudship landing. Though District Fifteen looked prosperous on the surface, it was still poor—only able to afford one cloudship docking point.