Chapter 63: What Seclusion Is This Fellow In? (First Update)

Zhou Yang seemed to have truly entered seclusion.

Moreover...

He had sequestered himself completely.

Since August 10, his phone had been completely powered off, and the 【Xuan Shi Entertainment】 company was even more tightly shut, the house empty and devoid of a single soul...

Zhang Zhang Muxue, the boss of 【Fei He Cinema】, knew nothing other than that this group had gone off to film a movie.

It was as if he had vanished from the public eye overnight, cutting off all contact with everyone.

Only Mary, Cici, Yuli, and 2B were left in the room; with them watching, Lin Ai did not feel too embarrassed.

And her figure, reflected in the eyes of the crowd, carried an added touch of mystery. No one knew what exactly was going on with the bloodline power of Yue Lanyun.

The hissing black smoke poison gas, upon reaching ten meters from Ye Tian, froze entirely and fell to the ground.

Perhaps it was precisely this isolated, quiet purity that made Li Fangcheng feel, every time he faced her, that the stress brought by work had dissipated.

On this day, Ye Tian emerged from the divine sense space and continued to absorb chaotic qi within the great black hole.

"Huh, what is that?" Suddenly, Ye Tian discovered an object flickering with faint Jin Guang within the tornado storm.

Inside the private room, the drunk Guan Tong apologized, opened the door, and walked into the restroom to urinate. Seeing Shao Jie and the others who had pulled chairs out of the room to sit in the corridor, he shook his head, sighed, and walked over. On the opposite side, Wei San, upon seeing Guan Tong, immediately stood up, bowed and scraped, and waved in greeting.

Qiu'er dared not resist; she obediently sat on that extra-large chair, her two eyes like water as she looked at Ye Zhong.

However, Xue Lingyuan's beautiful eyes remained extremely calm, her gaze restrained, appearing unmoved.

The most frustrating part was that Zhang Zhang Gaoshi could not admit it. At this moment, Zhang Zhang Gaoshi felt like crying but had no tears, and at the same time, he held a grudge against Ye Zhong: Why bring up the Three Strategies for Agriculture when there was no need? Wasn't it better to be a merchant?

Those nearby also felt that Da Yang grabbing those two items was quite auspicious, because on the table were still items like abacuses and silver boxes; since Da Yang was a prince, naturally, grabbing the great seal and the knife gave people more hope. Thus, everyone praised Da Yang for grabbing well.

By rights, the matter of marriage should have been brought up openly, but with the incident of the lost daughter, no one was in the mood.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will return to serve the Highness at the evening banquet." Xie Mao, lowering his status, adopted an even more humble posture.

Elder Fu had already performed several rituals to pray for blessings and dispel disasters, imploring the heavens, the Holy Lord, and all the gods for good fortune, yet there was no improvement whatsoever.

Xie Mao performed the task very seriously, very seriously searching for someone who might be grateful to him and willingly sacrifice themselves for him.

Originally, I intended to sit inside the pavilion for a while, but since the time I had left was already running short, I did not waste time here.

Immediately after, I smoothly grabbed Lu Li's arm, pulled him backward, and directly flipped him over.

"Let go of me!" She was both ashamed and anxious; after all, this was in a car, how could he be so reckless?

He actually did know a bit of news about this matter; although he ran a money shop and had no real connection with those weavers, they were all merchants, and he was a member of the Suzhou Merchant Association.

At that time, I was convinced I was not ill, so every time the director prescribed medicine for me, I secretly spat it out.

Chen Shan also sensed the anomaly: how had all his fine sand been sucked into that girl's body?

Yun Xiao had never come here in his previous life; the sights he saw along the way today, to be honest, moved him somewhat.

Ye Feng squatted in front of a pirate lying prone, holding the dagger in his hand, and gently tapped it against the pirate's face.

It was just that every move was exploited; what was originally a shallow thought had now become a life-threatening matter, which could be considered reaping what one sowed.

It is said that Wu Hou is a watershed; once one steps into the realm of Wu Hou, one enters another level.