Chapter 435: Gathering at the Noble Guest Pavilion

After years of vigorous development.

As the nation’s largest film and television base, Hengdian Film City welcomes countless tourists daily, while film and television crews large and small continuously arrive and depart, infusing it with vibrant energy.

Besides the massive number of extras, actors of all levels come and go like migratory birds.

Some of them strive hard in front of the camera.

Others secretly scheme and hustle.

Their status and treatment may differ,

“The four of you—you alone—are the most capable and the one I trust the most. Now, I have a new task for you,” said the masked man.

After hearing Ouyang Feng’s words, the villagers either believed him or didn’t—but they entered the village with the yellow dog, leaving Ouyang Feng at a loss.

Xiahou Ce’s heart stirred as Song Yiyi gently massaged his bruise; under the lamplight, her porcelain face was so enchanting it made him dizzy.

“My identity is real,” the Cheng Young Master said, “see my official badge here.” His subordinates all pulled out their badges for the Commandant to inspect.

A sleek, icy silver robe appeared, its golden-thread trim rippling like swirling clouds; his tall, imposing figure rivaled the coiled golden dragon pillar, his eyes glinting with dark, unrestrained charm, his lips curled in a smug, mocking smile.

Li Chunian is a decent choice—he behaves appropriately in public and won’t make major blunders. But he’s also filming, and his role is heavy. He probably won’t make it to the press conference.

The first group to confront Qingzhang Demon were Lu Feng and six Great Ascension elders, all elite core members and elders of the Heaven’s Destruction Alliance.

When the principal handed me the award, I took it with both hands and knelt down to bow three heavy head-bangs before him.

Xu Hui remained silent, listening; she caught the subtle shift in the emperor’s tone.

As if the missing half of him had finally been restored, he felt the long-standing void in his chest filled—as if he had met his destined other half, a fated reunion.

“I want Grandpa’s sword!” Ximen Qian showed rare wisdom; beside her, Tai Ge squinted, stroking his beard, watching how he’d respond.

Baili Qi regretted it—had he known things would turn out this way, he never would’ve taken the mission.

“Hold on! Hold on! If you wreck the plane, I’ll chop you up!” An Zi was a lazy bastard—just as they set off, he had to stop the aircraft, exit the cabin, and perform a short-range teleport, hoping he didn’t end up inside the sun.

Before the Prince of Yue’s mansion, after removing the black cloth from his eyes, Pi Guangye felt discomfort; he blinked hard several times before gradually adjusting to the sudden brightness.

The Ruhua Palace’s master, who had been pushing his inner potential to trigger a suicidal explosion, immediately halted his cultivation and fixed his eyes sharply on him.

Bai Suohai shook his head. “I’m only carrying out orders. I know nothing else.” I nodded—since Seventh Master gave the order, there must be deeper meaning behind it.

At the D Xie group’s gathering spot in Hangzhou: “Qi Yuanshan, that old bastard, got captured! Now what do we do with our plan?” the Ghost Granny frowned tightly.

Lin Yi had long known they were deeply in love; seeing them like this, he felt no discomfort at all.

Qiu Yue, carrying Qingmang, followed Nangong Yi out of Qinglin. Several search teams glanced at Nangong Yi, instinctively assuming the person was another victim of the Green Wolf, and all shook their heads in pity.

Tie Fuer pressed several acupoints on Princess Jie Lan to stop the bleeding and pain, then gripped the short knife in her chest and yanked it out—Princess Jie Lan fainted from the pain.

Goodness, she’d just told Yu Kedi she’d never even served Shen Qielan—and now she was begging to serve him.

Along the way, several groups had come from Zelan Town, some even with families. After all, Zelan Town was clearly about to be hit by the drought; those with sufficient means or relatives in other cities might abandon their homes and flee elsewhere.