Chapter 93: The Cursed Movie (First Update)

“Hey, come out for drinks tonight—I’ll pay 200 yuan for you, and 200 for me…”

“Not drinking today…”

“What’s wrong? Changed your ways?”

“Nothing. Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“The ‘Feihe Cinema’—people got scared to death watching a movie there!”

“What got scared to death?”

“A movie just premiered at the ‘Feihe Cinema’—apparently, it scared people to death on the spot!”

“Wha

Long and Qiang showed no initial reaction, but after their eyes lingered on the paper for a moment, their expressions shifted instantly—shock and disbelief flooded their faces, then gave way to excitement and gratitude.

If he saved An Yichen, he himself would not escape that sword—but if he didn’t save him, An Yichen would die.

Does Yue Lin still see him as nothing more than someone who stayed by Yue Qinghuan and the others merely because he followed Yueliucheng’s orders?

She remembered how, when the host asked the question, he joked that he’d forgotten his ring—when in fact, the ring was on him all along.

But he knew this stubborn mule couldn’t be reasoned with; back in school, he’d been the same—once he decided something, not even a hundred donkeys could pull him back.

“I’ll tell you, Lu Kuanhou—if it weren’t for the hotel’s behind-the-scenes boss, I wouldn’t even deign to sit with a scoundrel like you,” one man said, glancing at Lu Kuanhou with disgust.

“Senior, how about I give you the money as compensation for your emotional distress—you can treat yourself to dessert?” Jiang Bai reached into his pocket with his free hand.

All he wanted now was to protect his treasures well, and not let them suffer any more pain for his sake.

On the other hand, his threat against the Romanian government had been explicitly ordered by his homeland, backed by the state—but if he angered the German ambassador and worsened Sino-Soviet relations, Stalin might unhesitatingly execute him as ambassador to make a small gesture toward mending ties.

At that moment, Xiaotianquan was sprinting like a god of slaughter—any human or beast that crossed its path met death.

Yue Ying’s intuition told her that a peaceful resolution would be difficult; what Yue Ming would do next was uncertain. That look—like a knife scraping bone—sent chills down her spine.

Only four sects remained; two were expected: Lingyun Sect and Yulong Gate.

Adi sat astride his horse, his expression grim—he didn’t know whether he should return to his tribe. If he abandoned his ambition, his kin might escape unharmed, but his comrades would all die; his heart was torn.

Feng Lin sneered, and as his spiritual energy erupted, five black lions slowly leapt from his body.

Strangely, the Royal Air Force encountered not a single German aircraft along the way. Though the route was short, the weather was overcast, and visibility low, not a single German plane appeared as the massive formation of British fighters reached Calais, nor did ground defenses open fire.

The Primordial Force is pure energy left over from ancient times; those who obtain it usually awaken, and even if they don’t awaken, their cultivation advances by leaps and bounds. But this guy Guili Ren, after obtaining the Primordial Force, didn’t awaken at all—and refused to cultivate even a bit. To the Four-Legged Beasts, this was a massive prize.

“That does sound strange,” Liu Yucheng seemed convinced by the example.

If she stayed here now, even if she fought back, she had no chance of winning.

Xu Jiangnan understood her meaning: at the time, the political and national situation made it unwise for Xi Xia and Liao-Jin to fight to the death, especially with the ever-watchful Bei Qi to the east—if Bei Qi intervened, Xi Xia would be reduced to less than one in ten.