Chapter 871: A Solemn Promise to Ning Hao; Lao Dong's Desperate Gamble!

"No way, you top-tier directors look down on us, so we second-rate directors have to go. But when I got there, I found to my damn surprise that Lu Chuan was among the guests..."

At five in the afternoon, when Lin Nan and Liu Liu Yifei came out for a stroll, they happened to run into Ning Hao, who had just finished the forum event "About Actors, Directors Have Something to Say."

The latter was clearly furious, grabbing someone and ranting and cursing nonstop.

However, there is no way to directly recruit Level 2 Warrior Monks; as always, it can only be done after upgrading.

"It sheds easily; if you don't mind going completely bald, feel free." Jiujiu chuckled, making Gu Gu Huaijin want to drag him out and beat him up.

Qi Yan had already confirmed with the elders of the Qi family that these formulas were powerful enough to save the ancestral legacy passed down through generations of the Qi family, which completely exceeded Qin Rong's expectations.

Human hearts are made of flesh; the matter of Fieldman was like a thorn in Gu Gu Huaijin's heart. Even though he later forgave that man, he still hadn't completely let go. But at this moment, Gu Gu Huaijin had completely fallen.

Li Yuanbai was greedily absorbing spiritual energy but also sensed something was wrong, so he opened his eyes and looked back.

Regrettably abandoning this layer of coffin, everyone continued opening coffins, layer after layer, uncovering more gold and silver treasures until the final transparent crystal coffin.

If Gu Nanxi had been of ordinary birth and didn't have such a scumbag father, this child, no matter what, she would absolutely support her giving birth to it.

"Not to mention that just Yan Mo alone has already declared sovereignty over Su Su Muyao; the Feng Fei Continent already has two factions. Today, they came to warn me, telling me not to touch Su Su Muyao, and I had to bend to her every whim." The Emperor was furious.

"I wonder what business the Miss has?" The newcomer wore a military uniform, looked imposing, yet his attitude was very gentle and polite.

"Today we only talk about the present, not the past." This was the promise Zhang Zhang Jiaze made to himself before sitting down.

Shui'er, that pale green transparent figure, is actually the Guardian Spirit of Shui Mu Kingdom, and also the greatest secret of the Shui Mu royal family: the Spirit of Shui Mu.

Guo Fang's eyes were almost bloodshot; she turned around and saw the concubines all looking like they were enjoying a show, which instantly made her so angry she trembled like a flower in the wind.

Jin Kui kept looking toward the city gate; perhaps due to years of exile, she remained clear-headed and vigilant at all times.

Dealing with the imperial concubines was at most just the cause; the result was actually borne by the Zhenren Group.

Zhang Xueling looked around and saw that the same scene was everywhere. Only at this moment did she suddenly realize that the place she was in was actually the break point of this "fishing net." To be precise, this place should have been deliberately dug through by predecessors.

The mad bulls were stunned by this display; for a moment, they all stood still, not daring to move an inch.

The more his father asked like this, the worse Zhang Zhang Jiaze felt. He really didn't know how to answer; telling them the truth felt too cruel to his heart. He feared seeing his father and mother the most; watching them work day and night in the fields broke his heart.

After eating five big apples and some pastries in a row, Zhang Zhang Jiaze finally felt a bit of strength. He took out a cigarette, lit one with the candle flame, took a puff, and the taste felt absolutely wonderful.

The other cultivators, including Qiulan, Nangong Qing, the Gongsun family head, and others, also turned pale and each spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Some cultivators with insufficient cultivation were directly shaken by this terrifying sound wave until they bled from all seven orifices.

While Wei Shuisheng spoke, he stumbled two steps, ignored Li Zongliang, turned around, and ran back on his own.

Perhaps it couldn't be blamed on him; he was the first player to successfully reach Level 30, the current number one in Wushuang. Even if he didn't want to, Tang Shi and Four-Leaf Clover would probably demand that he do so.

"I... I..." Su Nian'an couldn't bring herself to say it; tears swirled in her eyes. She tried to explain but didn't know what to say. Saying she just wanted to see them, Su's mother simply didn't want to see her.

A man in blue robes nearby changed color and was about to slam the table and rise, but the middle-aged man in black glared at him, forcing himself to hold back, though his gaze at Bai Baihe was extremely hostile.

Eight light orbs appeared before the statue; slowly, the image gradually cleared, and the first thing to leap into view was the man with twelve black wings waving on his back.

Lu Feng frowned in frustration and, unwillingly, led the even more suspicious Cheng Wang out of the room to find Zhang Gouzi.

Who can truly see through the path ahead, whether it will be winding and tortuous or smooth and soaring?

Xiao Luo didn't know how far he had flown until his eighteenth fall; finally, amidst splashing water, Xiao Luo felt his body wrapped in a warm liquid, and with a bang behind him, he finally didn't smash through any blocking object, and his form came to a stop.

How long had it been since experiencing such reckless living? Qiu Dong Xuan had forgotten; today, he would simply let it all go and not worry about it, chasing after Rong Yue first.

Except for those ignorant commoners, people's first thought about this matter wasn't whether Leng Liu Qianqian deserved to die, but rather that they admired her for surviving until today.

However, it was precisely because of his selfishness and arrogance that led to today's outcome, causing Leng Liu Qianqian to treat him this way.

"You mean, just like bacterial drug resistance, humans fear creating a Super Gejia?" I asked.

Lu Yan had previously said he would follow the lotus; now thinking back, facing that seductive red lotus on the lake surface, we turned and left, but ultimately returned here.

"What are you doing!" Feng Feng pressed down on his voice and cried out loudly, obviously taking Jin Yu's current petulant playfulness seriously and becoming afraid.