Chapter 100: My Cat Can Do Somersaults (Request Monthly Votes)

Fortunately, filming resumed soon, or Qi Hao wasn’t sure if he’d develop some kind of software hardening issue.

The subsequent filming was much simpler.

Although there were some… intimate movements, the camera no longer shoved itself against their faces, instead turning to the mountain stream beside them.

This created a more poetic atmosphere.

After all, it’s a movie, not a porn film.

Then came Qi Hao and Wan Qian lying in a donkey cart, being pulled by the donkey.

“You Xi, how’s it going?” Liu Yushu hurriedly asked Lu Youxi, watching her reaction closely.

Yang Le found it hard to believe and asked, “How did you find out such a private piece of information? Is it reliable?”

But hearing Lu Youbang speak this way about Lu Youxi, Lin Jingshen suddenly felt inexplicably angry, a surge of unnamed fury flaring up.

He later found two clever subordinates, left them behind to sell the fish—any unsold fish would be paid for out of their own pockets, and they just had to hand over the silver.

Qin Huaiyuan could tell that Chen Molei was using the announcement enforcement as an excuse to request more personnel for the Enforcement Bureau. It was understandable—since the Enforcement Crackdown began, the Bureau had been chronically short-staffed, and Chen Molei’s desire for more hands had never ceased.

“Two Third-System Deities?” Li Yang squinted at the two Black Stone Clan elders who had fled.

Just as the Wizards started to gain momentum—“Pah!”—the Celtics called a timeout.

Chu Feng gave Ji Bao-hao a signal; Ji Bao-hao immediately understood, grabbed Zhang Gao by the collar, and hurled him into the lake, sending up a splash.

Lin Jingshen could no longer suppress a mocking smile—he’d wait until the auction ended, then see what expression Lu Youxi wore.

It was like during a dominant championship run, where the team’s big names did all the killing, while Yao Ming sat on the bench and just… went “Gaga.”

As they spoke, Hulk leapt into the arena, ignoring bullets striking his body, charging toward the firing soldiers. Even a 50mm autocannon couldn’t pierce his skin—his single-layer defense was far stronger than that of a Maha-type Ghoul.

When she defeated Pandora, she became the Savior; the Savior was placed upon a divine pedestal, and not a single negative word could ever reach human ears.

But if I don’t stop Tian Boguang… what will happen to Brother Linghu? He’s suffered such severe injuries, drank so much wine—his body probably can’t handle it… right?

She loved deeply—despite her family’s objections, she severed ties with the Meng family, willing to sacrifice everything to marry the one she loved.

“But what benefit does this bring her?” she said. No matter how much she disliked Ye Jingheng, he was still of the Ye family. If this got out, it wouldn’t just damage his reputation—it would affect the Ye family too.

Besides being cheat-powered, they were always on the path to becoming cheat-powered; without the godlike synergy of cheats and auras, Ichigo and the others wouldn’t have had nine lives—they’d be dead long ago.

Kong Jiren let out a sharp scoff. Though he said nothing, the mockery in his laugh was unmistakable—anyone could hear the sarcasm in it.

“Do you know? The Pandora antidote cannot, and must not, be researched by you.” Su Yi spoke softly, unconcerned that those around her could hear—because the future Adam was to be entrusted to Guipu; everyone on this ship belonged to the same faction, and even Adi had long known this.

The question asked might be unknown to most, but Yu You knew—it was full of gunpowder and traps.

Among these cultivators, besides the five second-generation Immortal Masters in charge, all were the top third-generation disciples from their respective sects.

A wave of awe rose from Camp Nou—the home fans, in that instant, were no longer Barça supporters; they were football fans, yearning for beautiful, artistic, breathtaking football.