Chapter 875: Fundraising Amount, Latest Market Value

At four in the afternoon, the red carpet for the awards ceremony at the closing ceremony of the Magic City International Film Festival officially began.

Under the glittering starlight, the actresses drew the most attention—a truly dazzling sight that could dazzle the eye…

Fifty-two-year-old Monica Bellucci, in a white shirt, black suit trousers, and red high heels, took the stage first; her wine-red wavy hair fell to her shoulders. Though beauty fades with age, her grace remained.

On the other hand, Xu Qing in a pink dress was graceful and charming, so pink and tender she didn't look at all like

Originally Jill was in a state of utter exhaustion—both arms numb, mouth parched and throat dry, liable to give out at any moment.

"He has a driver—that's his driver. Why bother calling him? Let's go." Min Chengheng helped Ning Su pick up the storage box and was the first to leave the office.

Su Muchan's willow-leaf brows, sharp as if carved by a knife, knit slightly. She felt the Martial Combat Great Forest pressing down on her.

To be able to precisely control two streams of spiritual power at the same time—her spiritual sense was formidable, her Sea of Consciousness wider than an ordinary person's. She was truly a fine seedling for pill cultivation.

That was why those people outwardly agreed with the Chen family, but in reality, when it came to targeting the Phantom Shadow Nether Lotus Palace, refused to lift a single finger.

At first glance she hadn't noticed, but as her suspicions gradually clarified, the more Zhong Li looked at Siqinnan, the more she felt something was off.

Opening the lid of the pill furnace, Bai Yu and Li Yang lay down on the left and right respectively, gazing up at the sky in perfect unison.

Qi Xiao hadn't expected his private words to be overheard by Zhong Li; meeting her smiling gaze, he felt a little sheepish for a moment.

It wasn't only because back then Grandfather had let Grandmother down, standing by while the Cao family perished; it was also that Grandfather would always wear an apologetic look when seeing Grandmother, yet never once expressed that apology through action.

Her snow-white shoulders, delicate and slender collarbones, plump and rounded beautiful legs, and a perfectly exquisite curve.

"Northern Garrison King, if you take this daughter-in-law today, do not regret it tomorrow." Just at that moment, a cold, piercing voice suddenly cut through the air.

Liu Kunwu hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting. Geng Tongyi waved a hand. "We're only here to watch the battle; you go about your business." He led his people straight to that row of VIP seats and sat down.

He swept Ye Qinglan up in a horizontal carry, tapped the ground with his toe, and his body rose into the air, flying toward the other side.

One call, one move—the two coordinated with perfect tacit understanding. Mu Yun, watching their actions, couldn't help wanting to burst out laughing, but managed to hold it in just in time.

Chen Xiao stood up for Qu Bian Xiaoxiao and stirred up trouble; tracing it back to the source, he wanted Qu Bian Xiaoxiao to get a spot in Class A.

No wonder a good master is so important—just a few pointers on direction can save years of bitter cultivation. Jin Ling sighed.

Mo Qiongyan thought, but it probably wasn't possible. The Mother of the Swamp in that monster's mouth should be something similar in meaning to Mother Earth.

"I suspected it too, just had no way to confirm it." Liao Chuanzhi was no slow-witted man either.

Zhao Shu looked at the few people behind him—they all looked at each other, none stepping forward to answer. Seeing them so, Zhao Shu's mind was crystal clear. Though Zhao Shu's residence couldn't compare to the imperial palace's inner court, its defenses were still strict and tight; how could an outsider have come to secretly rescue Guan Suo?

Yin Yi skipped the leave-taking process and sent a message to the counselor she had never met, saying she would arrive that afternoon.

Chen Yuan sighed along, and then the dorm fell silent. Though the two shared the comradeship of fighting side by side, they really couldn't be called close—let alone that Xi Ze was still guarding against Chen Yuan—so the two could say they had almost nothing to talk about.

Whether harboring selfish motives or acting for the nation, all hoped the Crown Prince would be established soon. Once there was a Crown Prince, those who should declare loyalty could declare loyalty, those who should put aside schemes could put aside schemes. In any case, from the Crown Prince one could always glimpse a shadow of where the nation was headed, and how to act would have a direction.