Chapter 425: An Interesting Film Crew

Even though Li Luo’s appetite was always astonishing.

But after scarfing down five or six bowls of rice, plus dish after dish being added, he still felt a bit overfull.

But there’s no help for it—filming meal scenes is just like this.

It’s just a hassle.

Otherwise, many production crews wouldn’t bother dumping a pile of prop food on the table just to save time.

Of course, you could just chew a few bites and spit it into the trash after shooting one or two takes, but constantly yelling “Cut!” disrupts the performance.

“Hah! Intrigued, huh?! Why not give in to me? I’ll let you experience the thrill of transformation too!” Sima Kong grinned lewdly.

And the result of his first use had merely forced Jue Wusha to halt—no need to elaborate on Jue Wusha’s strength; it was already monstrous.

For instance, what if I lead a team to investigate and crush them, while Zhenwei stirs up trouble behind my back?

The onlookers turned pale with shock—Zhang Lie had dared to defy his superior. What had become of Huangshi City? Was it truly doomed?

“Let’s return first! Once we think of a plan, we’ll deal with it!” Huang Zhenhu said with an unshakable tone.

The young man spoke gently, conversing as if chatting casually with a close friend—easy and natural, making Huang Xuanling feel at ease.

“So that’s it! Beautiful poem! Brilliant name! Though a bit too melancholy…” Li Yun sincerely praised.

She ignored the countless stunned stares, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the towering mountain ranges; finally, she bit her red lip and spoke, her voice tinged with faint anger, echoing across heaven and earth.

Hearts are hidden behind bellies—who knows what you’re thinking? Though Qin Xiaotian said that, he never doubted Ouyang Zhen had ulterior motives; after all, they’d known each other too long—it was just a joke! He knew Ouyang Zhen’s preferences better than anyone.

Some Martial Saints couldn’t even swim—they could dominate in the sky, but once in water, they became land ducks, awkward and helpless everywhere.

Thinking of this, Hang Yu recalled their last drinking session—did Liu Jin intend to repeat it? Hang Yu looked into Liu Jin’s eyes; it did seem she had that intention.

Solve this problem at the top level—don’t let it fester down to the grassroots. When fighting breaks out, everyone blames someone else—it’ll only get chaotic.

After landing the hit, Meng Luo turned and retreated. The hairpiece was a ranged weapon; even after landing, it could still auto-attack him, but without E, he gained no advantage.

Lin Feng told Li Guangzhi to go help Sun Xiaoyu up. Li Guangzhi grunted, walked over to Sun Xiaoyu, and lifted her up.

But this time it looked terrifyingly grotesque—sharp bony spines surrounded the shark fins.

The hall regained its light, and people saw clearly: Feng Zhiye lay dead on the stage, the martial technique in his hand vanished.

“Leng Yi, I knew you wouldn’t die.” Yin Yue’s heart leapt with surprise at seeing Leng Yi, but after that surge of joy, she glanced around at the surroundings.

If conditions allowed, he’d truly like to open a lock-picking company—his elite lock-picking skills learned in the military had plenty of use.

The five major nations, two martial academies, twenty-three base cities—all top officials worldwide—saw clearly through satellite surveillance: nineteen fighter jets flew from various locations, spaced apart, some ahead, some behind.

The once solemn voice, when heard by Hu Yan, sounded entirely different—dark, sinister, and smug.

“You said they’re all brothers, so your attitude should be the same. Maybe you’ve just been love-struck?” Tang Xiaoxiao forced a smile and hurried off to the side.

Qu Xiangnu froze at the last three words. Though she’d speculated countless times about Han Ruichen’s identity, she’d never linked him to Nan Shang.