Chapter 74: Don

We’re different from them—we make road comedy films, a genre that’s wildly popular in Europe and America; just borrow a few elements and it’s enough.

Ye Weimin refuses to give up.

Chen Kexin has no interest whatsoever in his new project.

Fuck, he’d been running errands for Chen Kexin, and now that she’s hooked up with Berna and China Film, she’s completely ignoring him.

“Aren’t your movies supposed to reflect social issues?” Qi Hao didn’t understand.

Moreover, it’s said that during this auction, the Kingdom of Jindu has put up several master-level artworks for sale. Of course, the Kingdom of Jindu isn’t short of money—these artworks are merely displayed to add prestige to the auction.

Until now, he had always sailed smoothly, effectively the uncrowned king of the Three Realms Supermarket; many visitors to the supermarket knew that, within the Three Realms Supermarket, no matter the matter, if he gave his nod, nothing would face obstruction—it would always be resolved satisfactorily.

"Otherwise, do you think they'd come here?" Lin Li nodded slightly, but his face revealed no particular emotion—the Saint Realm experts from the Jindu Kingdom were hardly enough to threaten him.

“It’s a pity—” Long Haotian shifted tone, his gaze dimming: “My Long family lacks deep roots, and we have few disciples with talent.”

“Let’s go!” said Beihe Zhenren calmly, and the eighteen of them followed the disciple out.

They didn’t understand—Mo Bei had been incredibly heroic in the first three matches, yet why did he lose so badly in yesterday’s and today’s matches?

Another Wuji Dao disciple halted upon hearing this, hesitated, then turned his gaze toward Jiang Han.

Ye Qingshuang unconsciously glanced at Mo Bei; her coldness and aloofness were unmistakable.

Hearing this, Li Chunfeng nodded in relief—they did have some strength, but they lacked disciples in this area; with their addition, many matters within the sect would become considerably easier.

Upon hearing this, Jin Lin slightly lifted her beautiful eyes, her watery gaze fixed on him with tension and a thread of hope—hoping he would agree to Shuilinlong’s suggestion.

They knew well that mercenaries who came into contact with Motah almost always sold their magical materials to the Red Stone Trading House, so lingering around them was pointless.

Suddenly, a crisp jingle rang out—Wu Yan appeared in foreign attire, a silver bell tied at her waist, her forehead tassels glinting brightly.

“What did you say?” Duan Ke had just arranged the evacuation shuttle for the refugees when he heard Huang Kui was looking for him—but he never expected to receive such news.

Mo Ya looked at the feathered bird in his hand, raising an eyebrow: “It’s injured.” He then handed the bird to Bai Feng.

Upon hearing this, Fatty instantly felt a bad premonition, but since his father had made the decision, he, as the son, had no choice but to listen.

She was half-asleep, and those long-buried desires surged wildly, fangs bared.

“Even tigers know their cubs—how much more so humans? Logically, as head of the family, I shouldn’t rebuke you. But in this matter, you are wrong!” Bai Yan glanced at Laidofu and spoke calmly.

General Shen’s bold words, though chilling many immortals, did indeed clarify many of their lingering doubts.

Half a month ago, fishermen living near the Floating Island noticed that the mysterious island shrouded in mist far off had gradually become clearer.

The moment this man finished speaking, every Qin family elder simultaneously turned their gaze toward the ancestral patriarch, Qin Muyu.

“Doesn’t it seem incredible? Does your worldview feel shattered?” Zhang Yifeng asked with a smile.

“In the past, I bought so much rice and vegetables—just to supply the Evolved Alliance.” Zhang Yifeng found a reasonable explanation for his past actions.