Chapter 90: You Kid, Are You Being Kept by a Rich Woman?

"Cut!" the commercial director shouted. "Thank you, Teacher Beside Qi Hui Hui."

"You're joking," Beside Qi Hui Hui said with a smile as he shook her hand. "It's all just work."

Saying this, he took off his suit jacket and changed back into his short-sleeved shirt.

"Teacher Qi, your physique is perfect for wearing a suit," the commercial director remarked, eyeing Beside Qi Hui Hui's powerful build and quietly swallowing.

His pectorals were hard, his abs perfect, his powerful muscles stretching the suit to its limit.

Volunteers in white Red Cross uniforms gathered from every corner to the rear hospital receiving the wounded, silently forming neat rows, waiting for organizers to assign them their respective tasks and duties.

Entering the general's tent, Dong Zhanyun saw at first glance a general with a scarred face and a roguish air, sitting upright in a large armchair. His unruly hair and gleaming teeth made him look as worldly as one could possibly be.

At this moment, the refugee Feng wore a long green robe. As he spoke, the laws of the world around him constantly fluctuated. Judging by his cultivation realm, this fellow had actually reached the Half-Emperor Realm!

Seeing this scene, Xiulin felt a sense of familiarity. Wasn't that very similar to the Orchid Cliff where she had fallen back then? Just looking at this ravine, one might think she had returned to Zhi Lan Town.

"My heavens, Old Bear, have you taken the wrong medicine?" The Fire Wolf Clan Chief was covered in goosebumps and quickly scrambled away. What was this thing? Could it be that he had accidentally eaten something?

Ye Muyao moved with graceful steps, leaning slightly forward to whisper in Fu Yingran's ear. She was slightly taller than Fu Yingran, so she had to lower her head slightly to speak with her.

Cui Feng had sat motionless for nine days and nine nights. The array diagram on the ground, which had been shimmering with light, finally dimmed completely on this day. The remaining Soul-Returning Pills and Furnace-Refining Pills in the porcelain jar before Cui Feng had also dwindled to almost nothing.

"That's true," Peng Mo nodded in agreement. Fang Shixing would never punish the Third Brother.

Just as everyone was on the verge of despair, Old Qian let out a heavy snort. Instantly, a terrifying aura erupted! In that moment, his cultivation at the late stage of the Eight-Star Soul Emperor Realm was fully revealed. The space trembled, causing countless people to gasp in shock.

Dong Zhanyun opened his storage ring, took out all the pills he had stolen, and prepared to first take those useful healing medicines.

"My lords, let us put the past behind us. Today is the Son of Heaven's birthday banquet, and also a celebration of General Xiahou Ba's triumphant return!" The Son of Heaven, Liu Xie, looked at the delicacies on the table, especially the wine sent by Cao Pi earlier, which stirred the wine-worm in his belly.

A few seconds later, an elderly man with a slightly hunched back slowly entered the hall and knelt halfway, bowing his head to the ground.

Wang Ju rose in anger, suddenly feeling a surge of righteousness throughout his body: "I am not acting for personal gain, but purely for the public good, upholding the dignity of the system."

After watching the others play a few rounds, Mao Xiang pushed Ah San aside and took over the game himself.

He stared wide-eyed at Feng Zhibai, broke free from Old Mi Tou's grip, and flailed to turn over, but alas, his hands were bound by handcuffs, making it difficult to roll.

Now, both families were making the exact same thing, giving Lin Fei the feeling of confronting someone lurking in the shadows.

Zheng Yuechan was not even one ten-thousandth as good as Yun Wanyan. I should have just left her to fend for herself back then.

To be able to order so many delicacies in a disaster zone, their family background must be substantial. The group also wanted to investigate whether there was a My Lord near Zhu Gaoxu.

Recalling that rainy night and the arrogant face under the moonlight, Chen Ze instinctively touched his bloody and bruised buttocks.

Although he was the factory director, matters at Nancheng Machinery were now basically decided by Luo Churan; he was merely a figurehead.

Unable to see Fang Tianbai's face anymore, the smile on Lin Nan's face vanished without a trace. His expression was as deep as water, gloomy and dark. Chun Ge'er and Lin Si dared not speak much upon seeing this, quickly followed orders, and the group boarded the carriage, heading straight for the Chun Tang.