Chapter 108: Jing Tian's New Year Greetings... and a New Drama Invitation

The Imperial Capital, a residential compound.

Beside Qi Hui Hui dragged his suitcase, opened the door with some fatigue, flung his things aside, and lay directly on the sofa.

I'm exhausted!

These past days he had run all over the place, participating in several programs in a row.

Not acting, so of course he had to make money elsewhere... actually, that wasn't the only reason.

The plays Beside Qi Hui Hui acted in this year included "The Temptation to Go Home", "I Am a Special Forces Soldier", "Living Buddha Jigong", and several others.

Only

As soon as the green light came on, she slowly pressed the accelerator, but unexpectedly, after the car moved for a while, it suddenly stopped in place.

Dongling Province spans tens of thousands of miles; Banjiang City is located at the easternmost part of this province, and five hundred li further east lies a vast lake like a dead sea. The direction the two were flying was precisely toward that lake.

Swift Wind felt a strange wind sound on his left side; whoosh, Zimo was wrapped by the monster's tongue and pulled toward the opposite side.

"My technique is called Shakyamuni Fire Lotus, but it's not all fire lotuses! Go!" Jiang Dong gave a light shout, and the remaining lotuses rushed at Xue Wuling at extreme speed; midway, more than ten of them collided with countless snowflakes and exploded. The six-character mantra they carried emitted a powerful sound wave that actually froze the space in that area.

This last wish was the most outrageous one he had ever seen; it asked him to jump down from a floor over three hundred meters high and land on the ground.

"Thank you, Lady; the coffee you brewed for me last time still leaves me lingering in memory." Happy politely accepted the breakfast; the steaming hot milk seemed to perk him up considerably after days of little sleep.

"Please go to my room and tidy it up for me, thanks~!" Xiaoxiao said to the household robot maid; such things were very common here, said to be in every home.

She didn't want to say that was her grandmother, because the old lady's favoritism made her uncomfortable; over these years she had suffered no end of her temper.

The Rockets should be fortunate, fortunate that they gave up resistance in the final two minutes of the fourth quarter. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been impossible for Yiyang to break his career-high record of 60 points today.

Dou Jiang needed this leadership, and even more needed to use Wang Nuo to weave a new network, or perhaps make the existing network more solid and larger.

Aunt Lin asked me politely; seeing me insist on not going, she said nothing, but Ji Manrou was overjoyed.

He and Lunhui walked to the door; he tried pushing it, and it opened with ease, pushed by him.

Eunuch Li took the paper from Qi Jingyu's hands and presented it to the Emperor. The Emperor flipped through it page by page slowly, while the Vice Minister of War turned as pale as paper, cold sweat about to soak his clothes; from the moment Qi Jingyun produced that stack of paper, he knew everything was over.

She was never the type to meddle in others' affairs; today she changed her principles only because she still had some affection for the person before her.

Squirtle lifted its head in confusion, met Li Ding's gaze, and finally nodded with a smile.

Li Ding shrugged; with what kind of money, one does what kind of thing, so he knew a little about houses but was basically clueless about cars, recognizing only some widely known brand logos.

The Fire Pheasant cried out in surprise; the flame power within its body had subtly increased and seemed easier to control.

She first said her father suddenly fell ill with an acute condition; respiratory failure caused his vitality to gradually fade. She had chartered planes to summon all famous doctors from nearby provinces and cities, including the Imperial Capital, but those famous doctors were helpless.

Fang Qiong understood Zhao Zhen's meaning and couldn't help but laugh loudly, saying, "If it's only this, please watch as Fang Qiong fights for you, Your Majesty!" Without caring about direction, he charged forward on horseback; Zhao Zhen picked up the Divine Evil Staff and mingled among Fang Qiong's subordinates, charging forward as well.

If at the beginning he was like a kite with a broken string, then now, under Ming's frenzied attacks, he was like a lifeless ball of flesh, having not only no power to resist or counterattack, but even less resistance than the air itself.