Chapter 322: New Colleagues

Hearing the two converse, Zhang Haicheng sat at his desk and explained with a smile, "To run the social media account well, Director Ruan has granted her enormous authority. As long as it doesn't disturb others' work or infringe on their privacy, she can film whoever she wants, and everyone must cooperate."

"Is that so?"

"There's no choice. Social media is fiercely competitive now. To capture something new, we must give them maximum creative freedom. Being timid won't make for good social media."

Only after Zhao Yang left the room and the sound of his footsteps descending the stairs reached the others' ears did they snap out of it, then all rush forward in a swarm to see if Cheng Zijian was alright.

Xu Yang had already let out a cry to summon the Fire Eagle, but saw a steel-gray beast of prey appear on the opposite side, its eyes gleaming with ferocity as it swiftly lunged to kill the Green Phoenix.

What emerged from the well was indeed different from the previous times: a ferocious beast whose body was formed from blue-black flowing water. Its entire form was ink-green, and the water constructing its body continued to circulate and flow, a truly wondrous sight.

Shen Tianxiu clearly did not expect to encounter Zhu Jiu suddenly in this vast universe; even amidst the fierce battle, he felt a slight shock.

Suddenly, her body went limp. Fang Han hurriedly supported her. Under the streetlamp's glow, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hazy; it was obvious she was drunk.

Hearing this, Chi Lian snorted. Although she had already agreed to let Han Chen and the Eight-Winged Purple Emperor Vulture enter the Upper Dantian to cultivate together by absorbing the fire spiritual energy from the Samadhi True Fire and the Red Wasteland Flame, it did not mean they were living in peace. Hostility still remained.

After speaking, he began to move, carrying some miscellaneous bags from the east room to other rooms, shifting tables and cabinets.

Luo Moling and the others also looked curiously at Fatty. Hadn't they seen such melodramatic movies and dialogue before?

The interior of the Temple consisted of many rooms connected by long corridors. Although Fate Sky and the others were currently staying in one room, Fatty did not draw monsters there; instead, he charged toward the corridor.

The previous two times they encountered a clearance, at least when people came to politely ask Fatty and the others to leave, they were still courteous. How could these guys be so arrogant?

In this society where aging is severe, there are far too many people suffering from the "Three Highs." If you randomly pick ten elderly people on the streets of Bao City, probably eight will test positive for elevated Three Highs, let alone looking at it from the perspective of Huaxia or the whole world.

With every step Chu Mucheng took, Mo Xiting's heart grew more restless. Until Chu Mucheng walked before Mo Xiting, bent down, and presented the gorgeous blue lotus before Princess Xi.

Everyone noticed Princess Cangqiong leaving; she would surely return to Southern Jiang for protection. Who would have thought she might be going to meet her husband?

Yu Zhongxiang truly held the basin and drank the soup in large gulps. Once the meat soup went down, Yu Zhongxiang's feeling changed drastically. His abdomen felt warm, filled with mysterious energy.

Seeing the two of them sit down, Xu Daimei poured tea for them and hurriedly went out. After all, Liu Shengnan's solo visit was of a private nature, and it was inappropriate for Xu Daimei to stay and disturb them.

In the Velvet City where moonlight flowed like water, silence reigned everywhere; even the white fish in the Sun-Moon Lake seemed to have fallen asleep.

"In that case, I won't force you. Just rest well at home; truly, don't wear yourself out." Zhou Qingyi nodded with a smile, clearly very satisfied with Yang Ruoliu's reaction.

Chu Chenxia's hand, reaching for a chess piece, paused. Lost in thought, she placed the piece off-center, blocking her own retreat.

A completely ordinary fist suddenly appeared behind the silver puppet. Caught off guard, the silver puppet was struck on the back of its neck.

It took Jiang Xian a long while to catch her breath. Seeing that no marks that would draw eyes remained on her body, she finally called Bai Jie in to attend to her washing.

On the bottom lane, the Primeval Vanguard had pushed to the second tower. Zhou Fan and Shu Qianxia went over and destroyed that outer tower.