Chapter 842: Re-Verification Inspection; April Group Preparation

Lin Nan was kept at the Film Bureau for lunch with the leaders, and just as he prepared to leave afterward, news circulated within the circle.

It was said that Ni Ni, who had just wrapped filming on "Dying to Survive," had very smoothly secured the female lead role in "The Princess Weiyoung," a decision personally finalized by Chen Kun.

As a result, Weibo instantly boiled over.

Not only were the male and female leads top-tier stars, but they were also the kind with both looks and acting skills, so that

Fortunately, Walpog was basically unable to move, with someone specially assigned to "attend" to him every day. Until the Sea-Cloud Stone handcuffs were found, he would just have to endure the hardship.

"Follow me up! Great Luo Heaven Chant!" Master Shui Ming roared, his body instantly erupting with streams of golden light. Runes flowed over his body, accompanied by strange whispers, as a "Swastika" character slowly materialized behind him, surrounded by formation runes, immediately radiating waves of righteous energy from his person.

A fist the size of a clay pot smashed toward Jiang Ming with fierce momentum, as if even the air was being torn apart.

"Hello, my name is Guo Yu, the Yu of universe." Another tall, thin figure, holding a basketball and tying his shoelaces, apparently planning to go out and play, waved at him.

After staying in the hotel for two days, on the third day the phone rang. Wang Er picked it up; the caller, unable to be identified, only spoke six words to him: "Tomb of the Terracotta Warriors, Pit Three."

For some reason, Song Er slowly lowered her head, and as she shook it, two teardrops hung from her eyelashes.

"Hehehe... I, the old woman, haven't had enough fun yet!" Old Lady Shuiyun's attitude remained unchanged; having said that, she began to mobilize her Source Energy to drive everyone away again.

After all, for the aristocratic families of Youzhou now, earning less is still earning; they still had plenty of soap in hand.

The only card they held now was the Mountain Ghost Corpse-Suppressing Money, but with Wang Er absent, they had no way to find it.

"Your cat is quite interesting." Wang Ying could not subdue Ah Dong Xuan and was instead forced back several steps by Ah Dong Xuan.

It could be said that the Soul-Eating Demon Spear, in the hands of Mo Cha, had been wielded to a state of supreme mastery, its lethality being incredibly fatal and shocking.

As for the severely injured Yang Chen, who remained in a coma, he was handed over to Wu San for care, awaiting their awakening.

"Better to go check the antique market first; right now, the priority is forging weapons," Ye Tian nodded silently to himself.

But the idea was good; how to persuade the Winner to cooperate with them? Or rather, how to get the Winner to help?

Halfway through speaking, I could not continue, because the person who arrived was not Yang Chan, but Princess Butterfly.

She grabbed the knife tip at her chest with one hand; blood dripped down from her hand, and her entire chest was instantly dyed blood-red.

Ma Long understood, leaped deep forward, pushed open the passage above, and then reached out to pull Nightingale up as well.

Ling Tian's body grew redder and redder, constantly emitting golden light; on one hand resisting the terrible temperature, and on the other, continuously cultivating.

"Rest assured, in public from now on, only you are allowed to touch me; I will absolutely bind my hands and offer no resistance!" Yun Hao vowed solemnly.

A rough yet slender hand extended from the sedan chair to pull the curtain shut, and a very soft, beautiful voice was heard.

"I only wish to know why your Long Xiao has so many Dou Saints suddenly appearing." Yang Chen inquired.

Wang Dabao, with his flat haircut, looked at me with utter disdain, still holding his head high, extremely arrogant.

"Just you wait!" Liu Hong, knowing she could no longer do anything to Xu Xiaowen and the others, threw out that phrase and tried to leave.

Lin Xinying's influence and personal charm were quite excellent; with her wave of the hand, everyone fell silent and extended their microphones.

"Spirit Beast, with just this bit of Spirit Pressure of yours, can you shake me? Besides, you are truly ugly!" The white-robed youth crossed his arms, still standing proudly atop the treetop, unmoved. It seemed that in this space, apart from the white-robed youth and the area he stood on, all other areas were affected by the Spirit Beast's Spirit Pressure.

Under Brother Jun's lead, the few of us slowly walked into the corridor of a building, then took the elevator, stopping at the seventh floor.

A flicker of disappointment flashed in Qing Ge's eyes. She had shared hardships with Yu Lu so many times, yet still guarded against her. In their hearts, there had never been trust.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!!" These thoughts occurred almost in the blink of an eye, and before the thoughts were finished, the laser cannon collided with the giant light ball condensed by the thirty-five cultivators.

A fellow like He Feifan might manage to deal with me, but facing a seasoned social veteran like Zheng Zheng Changsheng, he would suffer losses; moreover, this Zheng Zheng Changsheng was no ordinary veteran.

Following this River of Forgetfulness, we were all stunned; we never expected the River of Forgetfulness to be so terrifying. Not only was the water blood-red, but countless lost souls and evil ghosts were also inside, constantly rising and falling, wailing miserably.

He was one of the personnel participating in this operation; fortunately, he had awakened his ability not long ago, and originally he had hoped to rely on his awakened ability to take revenge on Jiang Han.

Man Junxi had already silently squatted aside; this time, an old man appeared, looking to be seventy or eighty years old, demonstrating his team's experimental results.

The beast's impenetrable scales were pierced by Zhang Zhang Changgong's feathered arrow; he dared no longer be careless and abandon evasion. His feet stomped, and his body darted to the right like a green lightning bolt, causing Zhang Zhang Changgong's second arrow, aimed at taking his life, to miss.

A faint golden light appeared in Stephen's eyes, followed by a powerful spiritual energy field spreading out; in an instant, everyone's minds were connected, directly activating the ability for real-time telepathic communication.

After being suppressed, Lu Xin also realized that using force against Shen Yueying in Shen Cheng was unwise; setting aside the opponent's home-field advantage, even in a contest of individual combat power, she, a cultivator at the Rain-Overturning Realm, could by no means defeat Shen Yueying of the Mountain-Splitting Realm.

Spiritual energy coiled around Jiang Han's fingers; even in a direct clash with a feather duster, he would not suffer, and in fact, it was not even necessary, as Jiang Han's own body-refining power was sufficient to overpower the feather duster.

Finally, one day, the God of Luck, perhaps drunk and returning home, gave Yin Yun such a good opportunity.

"Since that is the case, you stay here. If anything really goes wrong later, remember to act according to my instructions; absolutely do not take independent action, understood?" Chen Yu spoke, instructing Lin Changyuan.

Mu Li accompanied Ying Tu, waiting until Ying Tu fell into a deep sleep, then quietly slipped out.

This short blade was a sharpened weapon bought by Chen Liu Haoran at a sword and knife shop; that day, if An Zaiyou had not intervened, Chen Liu Haoran probably would not have been able to buy this sharp dagger.