Chapter 968: Leaving a Way Out? Two and a Half Years of Practice

A new day began, and the first thing to catch the eyes of the film industry was the closing news for the film *Youth*: it officially ended its theatrical run last night with a box office total of 663 million.

In the eyes of many in the industry, this result was truly nothing to brag about; at the very least, it failed to live up to the massive promotional resources invested by Huayi and Feng Xiaogang, especially given the momentum wasted after a large number of A-list stars stepped in to shout its praises.

But there was no helping it; the cake of the New Year release window was only so big, and the previous...

He wanted to ask for details, but upon reflection, since it was already a secret, it was best not to ask. Fu'er had already been reprimanded for this matter, and it would be even worse if he were to keep digging.

Shen Yi was furious at what Zhao Shu said and was about to step forward with his sword, but Huan Yi hurriedly raised his blade to hack at him. During their time together, Zhao Shu had realized that this man’s martial arts were not weak, being no less than Chen Wu’s. Only after careful questioning did he learn that Chen Wu had once saved his life, so despite his repeated meritorious service, he had always remained a deputy under Chen Wu.

The blood of Di Tianli stained her lips and, following his tongue, entered her mouth.

Qing Yi stood at the doorway, unable to make sense of the situation for the moment, but after searching the perimeter and finding nothing amiss, she had no choice but to return and deliberate further.

"I... I..." Leng Wugui knew that Luoyu was serious, and in his terror, his voice was extremely hoarse and intermittent as he spoke.

"Power has no distinction between good and evil; it only depends on how one uses it. Although the inner core of a demonic beast has the side effect of causing mania, the power itself is pure," Yun Shitian said coldly.

He hurriedly poured the broth from the hot pot into his noodle bowl to drink. Then he rose calmly and said not to rush him, as wine must be sipped slowly to truly taste its flavor.

Yan Liu didn't even pay me any mind and went back to his room to meditate, leaving me with one final sentence: "See through the vanity of the world and the affairs of the afterlife; why care who anyone is in this present day?"

Mu Yun naturally associated this with the drawers in a pharmacy, though whether they were truly all used for medicinal herbs was something only the White Emperor Immortal could answer.

Chang Xi took one look and was scared out of his wits. With a cry of "Liu'er!", he rushed over, grabbed Liu'er by the waist, and dodged to the side. However, his lower back was still struck by a protruding wooden stake on the carriage. He winced in pain, gritting his teeth to endure it.

Time ticked away second by second, and even Xu Guohua went outside to smoke several times.

Because she was powerful enough, she simply looked down on such childish and ridiculous methods and tricks; this kind of bullying would not threaten him, nor would it shake his heart.

He woke up from his sleep, turned off the incessantly ringing alarm clock, put on his clothes and shoes, and lifted the door curtain. As soon as he stepped out, he saw that the candles on the stone platform to the left of the hall had burned halfway down.

Leng Tian heard it too; laughter would come for a moment, followed by shrieks of surprise, and his thin lips curled upward.

They did not need to expend any effort to obtain this country. Now, all they had to do was conform to the laws of historical development, follow the will of Heaven, and follow the will of the divine beasts to take over this country, letting the vast snow cover every corner of this fertile land.

Sima Qingtian took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, threw the handkerchief into the water, and turned to leave.

Zhao Baoguo immediately perked up, his eyes shining: "Cook a few more, Dad likes to eat this too." His taste was very similar to his father's.

This point was truly a touching ability. Although Deputy Bai was a veteran soldier who always seemed idle, lazy, greedy for money, and lustful, one had to admit that in this regard, no one had yet surpassed him.

As his vision became increasingly blurred, the brows that Qi Yunmo had been knitting slightly became even tighter.

"Defeat me, and you will have the qualification to continue walking forward; otherwise, die!" Tianshui's words were similar to the Sword Venerable's, but compared to the Sword Venerable's coldness, Tianshui's could only be described as icy.