Chapter 91: Baoqiang Agent (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The Ming Dynasty scenes weren’t filmed yet; Qi Hao took the crew to shoot the modern parts first.

The costumes were all provided by the actors themselves.

Tang Yan brought many beautiful clothes over.

This girl is beautiful, came from a good family since childhood, and now earns a high income—so she certainly won’t hesitate to spend money on clothes.

If Qi Hao’s side didn’t need so many, Tang Yan could probably open a fashion show here.

“Just the white dress.”

“Thank you, it’s great! You—anything else?” Cheng Yu took the fruit tray, showing no intention of letting Xie Tianqi enter the room. They were barely acquainted; they weren’t close enough to share the same space.

But now that I’m no longer a Jìmie clansman, can I still treat the Jìmie Wind as my source?

Old Ai thought for a while, decided I was right, and hurried off to the kitchen to help out.

“Yes, they believe you’re dead—and that your soul has scattered completely.” Jia Yi nodded.

“May I ask, what would you two like?” The man led Fu Ren and the others to the table, served two cups of clear tea, then asked.

Like three shooting stars, they dragged a long trail of five-colored divine light—*BOOM*—the light flooded the entire space, blindingly bright, leaving my eyes dark for a moment, temporarily blind.

When the Four Dark Kings originally divided the Underworld, they still needed to conserve strength to guard against infighting during their war with humans; now that they’ve unified, their forces are surely several times greater than before—he couldn’t possibly resist them.

At first, Lu Yunzhong didn’t realize how serious this was; now it seemed he’d underestimated it. According to Ling Zhiyuan and Gao Zhenglong, if he refused to see reason, he’d end up in deep trouble.

It brings up a chain of problems—future loans, car loans, mortgages, credit, blacklists—even close relatives won’t lend you their ID. As long as nothing happens, it’s fine; but if something goes wrong, it ruins your entire life. So I had little confidence in borrowing Yaya’s ID.

Xingye Chun’s reply was unusually odd: though the other party was warning him, he’d already started talking about sending more photos.

But just as the bodyguards moved, Gongsun Rou—who had been playfully teasing Lin Han—

The token was left behind by the Li family’s ancestral elder; countless years have passed. If it truly belonged to Su Chen, then Su Chen must have survived for countless years.

As for her financial situation, Xingye Chun had already anticipated it from the start.

Pale fingers brushed across crimson lips; Xie Hengwu felt her own lips tingle, as if he’d touched them directly.

He spoke calmly, without a trace of anger—like an elder speaking kindly to a junior.

She was both afraid and exhausted; finally, reluctantly, she stopped, bending over with hands on her thighs, gasping for breath.

Though Su Chen had left Liuyun City, he hadn’t gone far—only to the neighboring city, where he resumed setting up his stall, deciding to stay there for five days.

A voice filled with joy rang out; Gu Beinian looked up to see Ding Yuyang running toward him.

Mingxi hadn’t yet entered the clinic’s main hall, but deliberately used his deep male voice, activating Xuan Qi to project a cold, resonant tone ahead of him.

A Si gave Zhang Nianzu a menacing expression, then opened his mouth wide—but made no sound.

Someone wanted to immediately seize Zhou Liang and interrogate him, but remembering the terrifying powers of the “Black Rock Sword Saint,” they hesitated, fearing that if Zhou Liang truly had ties to that figure, attacking him would mean provoking a dread demon lord beyond their control—so they all fell silent.

“Big Brother, our Ice Plain Dark Array is excellent—it grows even stronger when encountering powerful ice energy,” Tian Shuang said with a seductive smile.