Chapter 68: Regretting My Past Decisions (Bonus Chapter 3/3 for Annie—Going Out Without Bear Lord)

Chen Delin did not immediately answer Qi Hao, nor was he provoked by his taunt; he sat quietly thinking for a moment before speaking slowly:

“I’m a Hong Kong director; I don’t have to follow Hua Yi’s rules, and my film isn’t funded by her.”

“Alright, I’ll contact them and see if they’re willing to appear.”

Qi Hao raised his estimation of Chen Delin.

He disliked the people in Hong Kong’s entertainment circle, all of whom were arrogant.

Xia Feng shook his head, yawned, and said: “No, the thirty-six patterns are still thirty-six patterns, the seventy-two patterns are still seventy-two patterns.”

Luoluo jumped over, snatched the Qiankun pouch from Li Mo’s hand, and retreated into the alchemy chamber to count its contents piece by piece.

She pressed her back firmly against the sofa, tilted her head toward the newcomer, expressing her displeasure.

He had seen the color and taste of this bowl of beef soup before, but he would rather see a large bowl of dog feces than this fragrant, rich beef soup.

If someone from “that side” had indeed infiltrated, only someone like him—a true “expert”—could handle such a matter.

Li Mo didn’t just talk; she pulled out a blank jade slip and wrote on it: “Today, Nangong Hao owes Li Mo twenty-one thousand seven hundred middle-grade spirit stones.” Then she spread it before Nangong Hao and made him affix his seal.

Bai Ling’er and Zhao Pingzhi had long stopped eating, staring in horror at the two devouring their food—what they called eating was truly devouring, without even chewing.

In today’s Central Plains, Liu Bei has led his army far away to the Three Han lands, leaving only his Wu state, Cao Cao’s Wei state, and Liu Qi’s Han state in a three-way standoff.

If the Moon Emperor took Huang Tian to a pure land, he might bring disaster to that pure land.

Moreover, they agreed with Guo Jia’s suggestion and had no objections whatsoever.

Mechanized tanks and armored vehicles, along with various aircraft providing air support, marched southwest at rapid speed.

Near his home stood a two-story row apartment building, where a film crew was currently shooting.

But by the time it realized what had happened, it was too late—Tang Ying had already killed it outright.

“Mom? How did you and Dad get here?” Shi Ying was slightly stunned, but then he thought: if either of his parents had vanished in a secret realm, he would rush there immediately without a second thought.

“Would he dare? I actually enjoy watching them desperately want to tear me apart yet be utterly powerless. Enough—this wasn’t you telling me; it was that demon spy named Su Ru.”

Shi Ying and the Fire Dragon mostly played token roles, occasionally needing Fan Li to divert attention to rescue them.

When the aftereffects of the nuclear blast faded, Lu Xi raised his head with icy eyes—then his face turned pale. Countless intercontinental missiles rained from the sky, each identical to the one before.

Their tears were mixed with too much: the child carried fear of death, confusion about life, and love for his mother; the Ghost Mother Goddess carried hatred toward humans, resentment toward death, and love for her child. I collected their tears, brewed them into Sorrow-Elixir, and made them drink it.

Then, the group agreed to split up: Qi Ye headed to the Demon Realm, and An An took Xiao Ziran to the Heavenly Realm.

Zhao Yuan Kai noticed a figure appear outside the cave, leaning against the entrance, one hand gripping a precious sword, then stumbling inside.

Opportunities must be seized by oneself; as long as she followed the plan step by step, she refused to believe she lacked the charm to make him fall for her.

“No! A Lang! I don’t want to be empress!” Before Xiao Lang could finish, Shi Ling’er cut him off outright.