Chapter 450: The Treatment Everyone Envied

Farewell to the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Li Luo bought some late-night snacks with Liu Wan and returned to his own crew, treating his colleagues who were still shooting through the night, watched Yang Mi filming for a while, then strolled back to the hotel.

He slipped into Gao Yuanyuan’s room and ended his simple, unadorned day in her warm embrace.

That sleep.

He didn’t wake until the sky was faintly light.

He rolled over and got up.

The bathtub gushed water.

At the sound of “Crystal Lake,” Freddy’s terrifying face instantly collapsed.

“This, this…” Heng Xuan’s eyes flickered briefly toward Xue Lingyun, then snapped back.

Jiang Feng effortlessly snapped the handcuffs apart; to the police officers watching, it was like witnessing a ghost—one had just pulled out another pair of handcuffs to put on Jiang Feng, and now dared not move a step closer.

It’s a pity that the prosperity of Earth in ancient times can no longer be seen in its glory, but now Earth is gradually rising, and soon it will restore its ancient splendor—even surpass it.

Tang Mu thought of Erha’s past with Tangtang, and remembered his own experiences in this strange world—he was never truly alone.

Thanks to their company’s investment, they can now eat their fill, and the company has also built a school there.

He simply blurted out shamelessly. Mei Shu—who was she?—could not miss Ning Ziheng’s intentions.

“I have many ideas; I’ll decide the specifics later.” Was this even worth asking? Obviously, the farther away from you, the better—the closer you get, the more chaos there is.

His speed had reached its maximum, yet Huan Luo still kept pace—utterly unbelievable.

How many years? Just how many years had passed? This face—this face that had returned countless times in her dreams—finally appeared before her again, so clear.

“Wu wu wu!” The homeroom teacher hadn’t spoken, but the moment she did, Su Xinlan and Fang Ying both burst into tears.

Then, a blue flash struck Yin Junfeng’s spot. Dirt sprayed up, and not far away, Yin Junfeng knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. Beside him, the Gentle Ancient Fan had fallen to the ground, its glow faded, as if mirroring its master.

But the fiery, multicolored explosion from the Buddha’s Wrathful Lotus was unparalleled—now it blotted out the sky and sun, dwarfing the mountains, overshadowing the entire range.

Han Qi frowned, saying nothing. From his expression, Yin Junfeng knew he was considering—so he stayed silent, waiting for Han Qi’s reply.

Qi Ren had entrusted her with full authority over such a grand restaurant; naturally, she would not let Qi Ren down.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Countless impacts rang continuously; both had surpassed the limits of the Six Realms, yet neither slowed—even as their fierce battle spirit, sparked by a worthy opponent, unleashed hidden potential and surged upward.

The Ten Imperial Clans and Twelve Royal Clans correspond to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches respectively, and are intricately tied to the ancient kingdom and the entire Zhongwu Ancient Land.

This sniper was none other than Mo Ying, Chi Jun’s most outstanding sniper in the Zhonghuaxia region—and Zhang Shouyi’s ace card.

They say when you can act, don’t waste words. Lin Huan had no patience to argue with such a person, so he slapped Zhang Yue hard across the face.

Yet no one in Zangjian Palace could figure out which of their disciples had seized a Tian Gang opportunity on the Chaos Immortal Path—contact Zangjian Palace.

Lin Huan nodded with a strange expression, puzzled why Yi Wuni Qiong had suddenly blushed—was the prop something shameful?

“The Liu family?” Lü Chunxin beside her looked puzzled; she knew nothing of the Zhang and Liu families’ affairs.