Chapter 125: Fooling the editor-in-chief into a brain-supplement monster

The text reporter was frantically pulling his hair, feeling like his brain was about to explode.

The main issue of the Asian edition of "Time" faced international users, so the content was written in English. Now, the Chinese interview had to be translated into English eventually.

But how should Fang Xinghe’s words be translated?

For example, the last sentence, "My god is here," was clearly a clever pun with multiple meanings.

Fang Xinghe had a Daoist background, which everyone knew, and in Daoism, the Great...

The black pole in the air was still buzzing unwillingly. Yu Zhi reached out to appease it, but was flicked away, the pain in his palm piercing to the bone marrow.

It was already near spring, but suddenly a heavy snow fell overnight, and it was fluttering endlessly, which was really amazing.

"Hehehe, the meaning is about the same." Feng Yiguo didn't know he had made a fool of himself, so he hurriedly laughed awkwardly.

Gu Yu looked at the stone-ball-like thing falling in the distance and frowned slightly. This thing didn't give him a good feeling.

Especially feeling the probing gazes around him, Luo Tianye found it even harder to refuse. As a soldier, it was not shameful to die on the battlefield, but what was truly shameful was not having the courage to draw his sword when facing the enemy.

Shen Dongyang, who was sitting opposite the two, was equally uneasy, also hoping that the old lady’s spirit was normal.

No one was more familiar with the terrain here than them. The top floor was indeed a good escape route. Everyone reached the top floor with Bai Muqing and was about to escape from the next building when a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

After the trip to the Sunset Mountains, Yue Xuanyuan’s maturity was obvious, especially after almost brushing shoulders with death; Yue Xuanyuan’s temperament was clearly much tougher. If it were before, I’m afraid that as soon as this lean man made a move, Yue Xuanyuan would have already lost her footing.

I wiped my cheeks with my hand and found some blood on them. I looked down and saw Li Mengqi pouting at me, biting me again.

"How can that be? Since there is a place to live, why drive Mother to a hotel? If this gets back to the hometown, people will definitely say Zhang Yang is unfilial," You Yu said again.

Duck eggs don't need to be cooked; they can be served directly after being cut. There is also that half-cured duck; just steam it in the pot.

The place they were in now was a haunted place famous on the Internet, and they were eating in this place. Thinking about it now, it was really magical.

Sang Jiarou was so frightened by Feng Wu’s cold tone that she didn't dare to speak, but her answer just now opened the scar on Feng Wu’s heart. What he said to Changyu Youle was right: the Emperor would not favor any prince, even if he was the only one beside the Emperor now, but he wanted the admiration of the world, and what he possessed was still far from enough.

When he walked in front of Ai Han, he leaned forward and whispered this in her ear.

But Ling Chen on the stage felt a pity; it was just a little bit! But this was not much different from death. Even if half of his body was saved with countless spiritual medicines, he would have to lie in bed for the rest of his life, and cultivation would have nothing to do with him.

"I have never seen my parents, and I don't even know what they look like. For so many years, I have been living with you, Uncle. Why do you need to explain to them? I haven't seen them for so many years, I’m afraid they have long forgotten me," Si Ping’an said unconvinced.

As for the relationship between the two, they were relatively good friends. Although Ling Chen had some feelings for Su Mumu, he had never mentioned it, and perhaps Su Mumu knew, but she didn't bring it up either.

The motorcade left. Sang Lan was about to turn back to talk to Ruan Xin when he found that he had already pulled a few good friends away. That’s right, his son was so valued, how could he not be proud?

What was headache-inducing was that this villa was too remote, and no one had asked about it for a long time after the information was released. If it were in downtown Yuncheng, such a villa would definitely be popular and couldn't be bought for less than 30 to 50 million.