Chapter 111: Must Maintain Positive Energy! (Request Monthly Tickets)

After An Feng’s final look was completed, it genuinely stunned many on set.

It wasn’t that her new look was breathtakingly beautiful.

After all, she was portraying someone disfigured in a car accident.

And her clothes were the most ordinary kind, her hairstyle even wrapped in a headscarf.

For an ordinary person, this look wouldn’t scare people outright, but at least would make them unwilling to look a second time.

Yet An Feng’s appearance gave off an unusual aura.

“Since you recognized him, why didn’t you eliminate him completely back then? Why did you even betroth Princess Yong’an to him?” Mu Xuefu stared at him in disbelief, her heart in chaos, tangled like dense vines wrapping around her chest, leaving her unable to sort out her thoughts.

Suddenly she thought: “Wu Xin was killed by Liu Qianqiu; it was Liu Qianqiu who drove Shangguan Rou and me apart; our enemy is Liu Qianqiu. It was him, him, him who killed them.” Overcome with sudden rage, her throat made a “gurgle” sound, and she fainted.

“Bing’er, I know my time is short; I just wanted to see you, to talk with you—how are you now?” Old Jiang asked, his voice trembling.

She herself has now openly proposed to end their master-disciple bond and signed a sworn severance; judging by this, she is clearly the cruelest one—her master must be heartbroken.

Piles of white bones made the villagers gathered around Wang Huai Shan’s house tremble with fear, their curses against him never ceasing.

While selecting seafood, Lin Zhixiao called Qin Meili, asking her to prepare extra seafood dishes for lunch—he and Du Zhan were hosting Director Lin at home.

After shaking off Lin Xiaojiang, Sun Xiaojun immediately launched a counterattack against Lin Xiaohe, gaining the upper hand within a few exchanges.

“Here!” replied a Daoist with an ethereal bearing and a long white beard—this man was Zhang Daoling, the foremost of the Five Heavenly Masters.

Zhang Shaofei dodged the fox spirit’s lunge, but as he turned, the fox spirit suddenly twisted her upper body and slashed her claw across Zhang Shaofei’s waist—sparks flew with a tearing sound; he felt sharp pain, clutched his side, and saw scratches on his armor.

Seeing a strangely dressed stranger beside his master, Lin Xiaohai grew wary and silently guarded himself as he watched Master Lin Zhixiao.

When Xiao Ruo arrived, Ma Mei had not yet returned with the food; the wooden door slammed open with a bang, and Xu Anmo looked outside to see Xiao Ruo rushing in.

“Let me take you for a walk elsewhere—the finest scenery in the palace is near the Crown Prince’s quarters,” Meng Zhen changed the subject.

If he had seen Zuo Zai and Cheng Lie’s dynamic, Huo Feng might have thought he still had a chance—but he had never met Zuo Zai’s boyfriend, nor did he know how Zuo Zai and Cheng Lie currently interacted.

Jiang Zao Ruo listened to Jiang Yun Ji’s words and was deeply impressed—she was the same age as herself, yet how could she possess such insight?

She wore a pale apricot-white dress embroidered with intertwining Western lotus patterns in silk gauze, lightly powdered, her eyebrows gracefully arched, her gaze soft yet distant, radiant as spring blossoms, luminous as autumn moonlight.

Therefore, Cao Yusan was watching Zhang Qiuchi, and Zhang Qiuchi nodded—could the items left by this year’s worshipper also grant them deliverance from this great calamity?

To Jiang Yun Ji, it was both humiliating and absurd—Zhao Yebai had survived death once, yet how had he become so unreasonable? Or was this his true nature?

Charging into the Viotio Cathedral, Lu Xun slid through the air like a bat, covering great distance; then he stomped on the head of a stunned middle-aged man, leapt upward, and landed on the second level of the ladder suspending Sibyl, knocking down the cultists and rescuing Sibyl.

No matter how the reporters write it, Jiang Se’s rare outburst at the press conference will become news.

Even if her rank reached B-class, Mulan’s B-class firearms would not lose any effectiveness—but if they were C-class, that was another matter entirely.