Chapter 85: Jingtian Visits the Set (7th Update, Seeking First Subscriptions!)

On the set, Liu Meng was busy setting up the police station office.

Filming the social scenes, which mainly served to lay the groundwork for Old Pao and Qiangzi carrying out their undercover mission, was actually quite convenient for helping Xiao Zhuang get back on his feet.

Compared to the scenes filmed in the military camp, the workload for Qi Hui was much lighter.

"Director." Qi Hui walked up to Liu Meng.

"What is it?" Liu Meng asked vigilantly; this kid was so cautious that he was definitely up to no good.

"I would like to ask for leave." Qi

She and her husband simply could not accept this fact; she tried every method to think of how to make Ding Le act according to their wishes, but during this time, she only saw how much pain her son was in. What kind of happiness was it that Ding Le truly wanted?

Fortunately, there was the Qi of Life to recover with, but every time it was used, the Qi of Life would weaken. At the same time, under such combat, it was not just Xing Mie who was consuming energy and seeing his strength decline; Chu Yan was no exception, having rapidly fallen to the third stage of the God Realm.

Some people had never dealt with Ge Nanxing before, and seeing him like this, they couldn't help but frown. This approach was too inflexible; with so many lounges, did he have to insist on this one?

After listening for a while, Hua Qingyan suddenly had an idea; she whispered two sentences to Yu Jiamin and turned to go up to the third floor.

Ni Yexin was still sleepy as death, but seeing Murong Changqing's face, he rolled over to his side, hugged Murong Changqing's waist, and continued to sleep.

However, Lord Le also knew that in the current situation, such a background was a curse, not a blessing; once exposed, it would be a catastrophe for the Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion.

"Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wu... long time no see." After greeting several old colleagues, Tao Xiu sat down on the black leather sofa.

Lin Xiu's figure emerged from the darkness; he had specifically gone to wash up, having scrubbed away the scent of blood from his body, all because he did not want her to smell it.

Hua Qingyan had never been able to break through the encirclement of Hua Panpan and the guards; she was still tightly shielding Xi'er, who was crying at the top of her lungs, in her arms, her face full of anger and despair.

Hua Qingyan was like a key, a key that opened the secrets of the old Hua family that had been sealed for so many years, and at the same time, the key that opened the root of all disasters.

Marshal Kailang had another son, but he had also died on the battlefield years ago. That battle was a border conflict five years ago between the Sagaria Empire and the Xiaoluobin Empire to the north. Gaia had already been in the Magical Beast Mountain Range during that time, so he did not know about this battle.

One was similar to a decapitation strike; the other was similar to borrowing a path to conquer the state of Guo. The target was the island nation's government under the leadership of An Bei Jinshan, and the goal was to make him submit.

"Why, could it be that Brother Zheng regrets it? As long as you give up the spot, it will definitely be snatched up," another person laughed.

"I belong to the same assassin organization as that group outside. Because I refused to continue selling my life for the organization, they sent people to hunt me down. So, I have been running away, but I didn't expect them to follow me all the way to Dragon City," Qu Yanmeng said with a helpless, bitter smile.

"Get lost, don't play the victim with me. Others might not know you, Fatty, but I know you well enough," Lin Hao said irritably.

Listening to every thing she said, every story, I could not let my heart find peace. After the muddled unconsciousness, I remained lost. I had no way to deal with the situation I was facing. For everything I encountered, I could only choose to escape.

Otherwise, relying on the Longshan family, how could they have built a colosseum of this scale in various countries across the continent?

This also proved what Zhang Ning had always said: Chinese-style songs do not necessarily require only classical instruments. Even if Western instruments are used, he can still express the artistic conception of the Chinese style.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The arrowheads, carrying the powerful force of wind and thunder, pierced through the chests of three men in black in succession before losing their power and falling to the ground.

"It's all blood, but there are no corpses!" Gaia, after using his concealment ring to scout the surroundings and finding no dangerous creatures, returned to the team and said to the others.