Chapter 322

Hearing their conversation, Zhang Haicheng sat at his desk and explained with a smile: "To run the self-media well, Director Ruan granted her enormous authority—she can film anyone she wants, as long as it doesn't disturb others' work or invade their privacy, and everyone must cooperate."

"Is that really the case?"

"There's no choice—self-media is too cutthroat now. To create something fresh, you have to give them maximum creative freedom; being timid won't get you anywhere in self-media."

Only after Zhao Yang left and the sound of his footsteps downstairs reached the others did they snap out of it, then all rushed forward to check if Cheng Zijian was okay.

Xu Yang had already summoned his fire hawk, but saw a ferocious iron-gray bird appear opposite him, its eyes glowing with malice as it swiftly lunged at the blue phoenix.

The thing emerging from the well was indeed different from previous encounters—a beast formed of swirling blue-black liquid, its body a deep ink-green, the flowing water constantly cycling within it, strangely mesmerizing.

Shen Tianxiu clearly hadn't expected to suddenly encounter Zhu Jiu in this vast universe; even amid fierce battle, he felt a flicker of surprise.

Suddenly her body went limp; Fang Han quickly caught her. Under the streetlamp's glow, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy—clearly drunk.

Upon hearing this, Chi Lian snorted. Though she had agreed to let Han Chen and the Eight-Winged Purple Emperor Vulture enter her upper dantian to jointly absorb the fire spirits from the Three Pure Fires and the Red Wasteland Flame, that didn't mean they were at peace—hostility still lingered.

After speaking, he began to act, carrying several grocery bags from the eastern room to other rooms and moving tables and cabinets.

Luo Moling and the others stared curiously at Fatty—hadn't they ever seen a movie or dialogue this clichéd before?

The temple interior consisted of many rooms connected by long corridors. Though Yuanfen Sky's group was currently in one room, this Fatty didn't lure monsters there—he charged straight into the corridor.

The previous two times they'd been cleared out, at least the others had politely asked them to leave—how could these guys be so arrogant?

In today's severely aging society, there are simply too many people with the "three highs." Walk down any street in Baocheng and pick ten elderly people—you'd likely find eight with elevated readings. Forget looking at it from the perspective of all of China or the entire world.

With every step Chu Mucheng took, Mo Xitong's heart grew more itchy—until he stood before her, bent down, and presented the vibrant blue lotus to Princess Xi.

Everyone assumed Princess Cangqiong would return to the Southern Frontier for protection after leaving—but no one considered she might be going to reunite with her husband.

Yu Zhongxiang truly cupped the bowl and drank the soup in large gulps. As the meat broth entered his belly, his sensation changed instantly—his abdomen warmed pleasantly, filled with mysterious energy.

Seeing the two women sit down, Xu Daimei poured them tea and quickly left. After all, Liu Shengnan had come alone—this was a private visit; Xu Daimei wasn't suited to stay and intrude.

In the moonlit, silken city of Rongxiu, silence reigned everywhere—even the white fish in the Moon-Sun Lake seemed asleep.

"If that's the case, I won't press you. Rest well at home—don't exhaust yourself." Zhou Qingyi nodded with a smile, clearly pleased with Yang Ruoliu's response.

Chu Chenxia's hand paused as she reached for a chess piece; lost in thought, she misplaced it, blocking her own escape route.

A completely ordinary fist suddenly appeared behind the silver golem and struck its nape before the golem could react.

Jiang Xian took a long while to catch her breath, checked her body for no visible marks, then called Bai Jie in to assist her with washing and grooming.

Bottom lane, the Dominator Vanguard has pushed to the second tower; Zhou Fan and Shu Qianxia head over to destroy this outer tower.