Chapter 200: Qi Hui Does Not Bow to the Eternal Heaven

"Director, the thing you're worshipping is quite amazing," Zhou Xun said with interest after taking a look.

In a typical film crew's opening ceremony, it's either Guan Gong, the Earth God, or the City God, or else the Buddha or a Bodhisattva.

Or it could be the patron saint of the theater industry, Tang Xianzu or Li Longji.

However, this is the first time Zhou Xun has ever seen such a thing.

"Hehehe..." Wu Ershan's large face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "This is our Mongolians' Eternal Life..."

Immediately, a middle-aged man in blue robes appeared; his face was stern, his eyes held undisguised killing intent, and immortal light flowed through him.

As Long Shaoyang's voice rang out, boom boom boom, three powerful auras soared into the sky, filling the entire night.

Beneath his eyes, Meng Yu was sleeping soundly; he seemed to never have any worries, able to fall asleep at any time. So he had no separate office; if there was one, it was a desk placed inside Hua Qian's office. He probably went there only once a month.

Due to a lack of medicine, combined with the truly poor environment here, her abdominal wound had once again become suppurated and inflamed.

Xue Shisan had once asked this person about news regarding 'Nothingness', but the other party, being a great general under the seat of Wind Rumination Heavenly Venerable back then, knew nothing about it.

Beibei's eating manner was always like a Liangshan hero, eating rice in big mouthfuls and drinking soup in big mouthfuls, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated. Baobao was completely different; every move was elegant like that Evil God.

The young man was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Li Xiaoyao to actually come to his rescue, yet just a few seconds ago, he had been shouting at this very person.

Some did it to show off, others to enjoy high technology; regardless of their reasons, they all gathered at the entrance of the physical store, waiting for the doors to officially open.

The family members were extremely emotional, threatening to find someone to kill Director Zhou, and saying they would make his family live in unrest.

Young Master Bai didn't expect her to ask such a question; he was slightly surprised and couldn't help but re-examine his own sister. His intuition told him that Bai Yi seemed to possess quite a bit of information, and perhaps wasn't as naive and sweet as imagined.

"Where would she know? Without the Shen family, her days are even harder," Lady Shen sighed.

Although he also felt a longing in his heart, Ye Mo found Bai Zhi's excitement a bit strange, and seeing his gaze, Bai Zhi smiled awkwardly.

The group wandered inside for a long time and bought dresses they liked. When going downstairs, Mrs. Mu said she was thirsty, so Fu Liuyin went to buy coffee and brought it back.

Ye Mo was confused by the series of changes, but before he could think, the surge of heat in his mind appeared again; however, this time a large portion of the heat's appearance acted directly on his brain, bringing him immense pain.

Xie Huan had also encountered an assassin for the first time and immediately became somewhat panicked, yet subconsciously stepped in front of Shaohua.

"Woo—woo—" The roar of the formula engine came from behind. Lang Zhan got out of the car, turned his head to look back, and saw a streak of flowing fire. He immediately raised his gun.

The werewolves executed Howard's orders very resolutely, tossing away their guns and switching to hammers, swords, and broadswords and other cold weapons.

What kind of family is the Ling family? She had heard of it long ago. Although Xie Lan was only the second young mistress of the Ling family, for the Ling family, how much higher was her status compared to hers?

He could not see through Wang Chong's invisibility technique, could not see the fire dragon conjured by magical power, and naturally could not distinguish it. Wang Chong was using the Fire Dragon Sword Art; his heart filled with rage, he shouted: "I will be your eternal enemy!" He urged his sword light, which fluttered wildly across the sky, and engaged in a fierce battle with Wang Chong.

Back then, when she was young, she only felt that the boy was like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, pure and mysterious, high above, forever visible but unreachable.

Captain Shi said nothing with his mouth, but secretly cursed Lin Zhennan for being foolish. Putian Shaolin Temple was a branch of Songshan Shaolin Temple, the first orthodox sect of all. Since there had been some connection in the past, naturally one must desperately cling to this big leg. How could one be too proud to properly maintain such a relationship?