Chapter 164: My Ancestors Were All Farmers—They Were Terrified of Poverty!

On the airport expressway, Qi Hui sat in a taxi heading toward Tucheng Road in Haidian.

The Beijing Film Academy campus was right over there.

As for his luggage and the like, his assistant had already taken it back long ago.

Right now his hands were empty, he hadn't brought a thing... except for his wallet and phone.

Things were different from before his transmigration; back then, a phone was a wallet, bringing your phone was enough.

But the current mobile networks weren't that developed yet, and some people were still using keypad phones running the Symbian system.

At this moment, Lin Tianxuan only needed to channel his cultivation into the Haotian Mirror, and with the mirror's power he could easily sever the connection between the Moon Worship and the Soul-Devouring Black Mist. That way he would not only claim a magic treasure but also deal a heavy blow to the Moon Worship—two birds with one stone—which was why he was so composed.

Walking was walking, but there was no direction. Yang Yi didn't dare make a rash decision and followed Dorothy. After walking for a while, they found several paths, one of which was paved with yellow bricks. Dorothy let out a cheer and bounced ahead, while Yang Yi trailed behind with a long face.

After a few shots, several gendarmes were sent tumbling to the ground in a spray of blood and gore, one even crashing onto a horse carriage. The sight of those shattered skulls made the onlookers' scalps prickle, and they couldn't help but scream out loud.

"Nonsense! Master simply wanted you to make a trip to the Clear Alchemy Sect so you could broaden your horizons. How did it become so filthy and conspiratorial coming from your mouth?" Wan Qinglong roared the moment he heard Guibao's words.

Feng Yan beside them was instantly stunned. Her monthly salary was only ten thousand yuan, yet a single night here cost eighty-eight thousand—clearly a price she could not accept.

At this moment, Fire God Daiichi saw the newcomer meant trouble, immediately backed down, and ducked behind Black Philosopher Tetsuya and Long Fei, even making faces at the two of them.

After returning to her room, Meng Yao threw herself onto the bed and fell asleep. Ming Chen took off her shoes and coat for her, then got onto the bed himself, shifted her over so she could lean against him as she slept, while he half-reclined against the headboard scrolling through the stock market on his tablet.

Meanwhile, after the Armored Titan appeared, it didn't attack the soldiers but instead charged toward the side of the wall, where the Scout Regiment's horses were tied. Clearly it intended to kill all the horses first, completely cutting off the Scout Regiment's retreat.

Perhaps the words "money for wine" had some effect, for the fierce soldier no longer raised his whip, though he still cursed: "If you dare look at me with those dog eyes of yours again, I'd rather skip a pot of wine and whip you to death..." With that, he snorted and stopped looking at Yang Yi.

Therefore, Wang Shen was in no hurry to engage Kong Yanzhou in combat. He had been running all over the territory these past days and hadn't had a full night's sleep in quite a while.

"Jiaxin, why have you suddenly started working out?" Zhao Guangran was astonished—he knew this girl always said that going shopping was her exercise.

After checking the test paper once more, Gong Ruini yawned and quickly handed it in. Since there was nothing left to revise, she just turned it in directly.

Because earlier they had been digging a hole while filling it in at the same time, the way back had already been blocked off, but digging again was much easier this time.

Major domestic media outlets released the news at the first opportunity. Meanwhile, in France, after Jiang Se walked up onto the stage, she personally received from the chairman of the film festival's jury the trophy representing the title of "Best Actress."

Zhao Bang also bared his teeth in a grin, and the laughter of the two immediately drew the displeasure of the students in the front row. The two could only stop their wild cackling.

Gong Jiaxin didn't know whether her father had pulled strings, nor whether she could pass the exam. The thought that in September she might become a middle school student—how could she not be thrilled?

Who on earth was this person? To enter the palace unnoticed, without alerting the patrolling guards, their martial arts must be formidable. Who could it be?

After having the people from Kowloon Hall leave, Xiang Qiuran opened a bottle of wine and couldn't help but voice his doubts.