Chapter 178: Kiss Scene Begins Filming

Gulp!

Li Yi swallowed hard, then fumbled to raise her phone and take a photo.

She soon realized it wouldn't work—the phone's resolution was too poor to achieve the effect she wanted.

She immediately kicked off her swim fins and hurried over.

On the other side, Liu Siyan, wearing a women's hat, walked quickly alongside Pan Yang.

Qi Hui, who was doing warm-up exercises, paused: "Uh… is there something you need?"

"Then, might I be allowed to leave?" Li Qing said. He didn't understand the old man's true intentions and feared he might refuse to let him go—would he be trapped here forever?

Unable to speak, unable to move, he floated helplessly like a ghost, staring at the surrounding blinding white, while helplessness, fear, and despair surged endlessly into his heart.

Three days later, the wedding day arrived. Tan Shan straightened his posture, transported ten thousand taels of silver in a cart, accompanied by a crowd of Yamen Runners, with music and drums playing all along. The bride had already been adorned, her red veil lowered, waiting. Tan Shan stepped from the sedan, and a tantalizing, exotic fragrance struck him. He ordered the wedding gifts unloaded, had Cheng Dian verify them, then helped the bride into the sedan, and departed in grand procession.

Within a day, someone came to identify the body. The identifier was the corpse's wife. Investigation revealed the man's name was Chi Yin, from Ba Xiong Village, over ten li from Qiao Village. He was emaciated, destitute, surviving by theft.

The firecrackers outside grew louder. Lei Ming finally made up his mind and stepped out the door to see the world beyond.

Then he taught him the Gecko Wall-Climbing Cultivation Technique, and after that, the two went their separate ways—he vanished somewhere, and no one knew how to rise to prominence.

Within the Demon Ancestor's legacy, besides Cultivation Techniques, body-refining methods, and sword arts, there were countless miraculous secret arts capable of resolving all kinds of problems—extremely useful.

Because the further Bai Fuling advanced toward Jiang Mountain, the more anxious and fearful she became.

Without Wang Yan as a patron, Yue Wufu became a beggar. One evening, as he sighed dejectedly inside the Yuewang Temple, he suddenly jolted—thought: If Wang Yan is hidden inside the thumb of the statue, perhaps other saviors lie within the remaining four fingers? He smashed the statue's index finger—and inside, indeed, was a slip of paper: Without Wang Yan as a patron, seek Chang Yue of the East City.

Qi Fu's eyes flickered—he thought she would act herself; this was a perfect chance to establish authority.

Heh, Yin Xiran, you've always been a woman who knows her place—surely you don't intend to stay here and watch this livestream?

This was the opportunity. Li Longji would not miss it. Upon receiving Chen Zairong's report, he would surely petition Emperor Ruizong. Once Ruizong knew, Cui's position as Chancellor was certain to fall. Ruizong feared Princess Taiping's rage might turn against Chen Wanrong—sending someone was only natural.

It was still that taste. Though lacking the thick, nostalgic flavor of home, Zhang Yaming loved the food here—even plain greens had a sweet, rich depth.

During morning drills, Zhao Hui passed in front of Class One's formation and suddenly saw Li Zhengguo standing at the front of their line—he smiled, his complexion bright, looking quite happy. Zhao Hui smiled back happily.

"To be honest, I'd like to find another way. But after careful calculation, this isn't worth it." Long Tianchi fell silent for a long while, then finally spoke.

At seven in the morning, I crawled out of bed and began dressing myself—I wanted to meet him in my best possible state.

Liking a man like this isn't a good thing—one misstep and you could end up dead, just like in her past life.

Qiu Jin, with her three maids, was preparing red envelopes—all needed for the wedding day, they had to get them ready in advance.

Tires rolled over blood, leaving clear bloody tire tracks on the ground, taking the lives of the natives and the souls of the archaeologists who died here.

Gan Lu immediately exhaled in relief; her phone buzzed again immediately—this time not the cartoon theme song, but Li Ziting's phone.