Chapter 91: Deceptive Pact (Daily 10k Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The last group of crew members arrived, and the actors came along too, but she herself couldn’t come until the settlement with China Film Group was finalized.

The hurricane over the sea had passed; when Lin Dong and the others surfaced in their mini-submarine, they saw towering sea cliffs ahead.

“Understood. Check the scene, then we withdraw.” Qiu Yun finally relaxed completely—the “evil spirit” had clearly moved on.

“If you ended up in an unfamiliar star region, would you really wait to find a star chart before acting?” Adina countered.

I’d been exhausted lately and finally found a place to sleep—only to be disturbed by a hanging ghost. Though sleep isn’t essential for me, it’s still a physiological habit; unless forced, I don’t resist drowsiness.

After speaking, Qiu Zhihao crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray on the coffee table and turned to walk out the door.

“Absolutely no problem, absolutely no problem. As long as Liuxing is here, there’s absolutely no problem.” Power surged and roared in his chest, within his body, beneath his feet.

Realizing that eliminating Zeus would also quell the disasters he’d brought, Li Hongwu felt no more hesitation. With a roar, he unleashed himself fully, wildly absorbing cosmic energy for his own use.

Palos immediately sensed something wrong and shouted to stop him—but it was already too late.

The hills they were about to explore and inspect, though separated from their current mountain range by a considerable distance, were not entirely isolated; there remained significant connections between them, leading to many similarities in their conditions.

The proud young master knew returning now was problematic, but if he didn’t go, what else could he do?

Zhu Gou stepped out of Fengyu Tower, and his smile gradually faded, as if calculating something.

Having fully understood the properties and functions of the Immortal True Soul Pill, and deduced all its immense potential, Ye Qiuli still couldn’t help but silently sigh in awe, his face filled with unmistakable surprise and excitement.

With the chance to easily obtain these items, they naturally couldn’t afford to miss it—they’d need to spend a little time and effort to fully excavate and collect them. Even if they couldn’t use them themselves, giving them to disciples was still highly valuable.

I looked at Bing Mo’s pale skin, her magnificent curves, and the deep ravines between them—my heart stirred with agitation.

Yet after leaving Cangmang Sea, though her injuries were extremely severe, the Eighth Lady never returned to Tushan Palace.

Suddenly, she smiled—a bloom like a thousand-year snow lotus suddenly opening, breathtakingly beautiful. Nothing in the world could rival the grace of that faint smile.

But that was bidirectional… for the enemy, it was the same… soldiers with their own thoughts became the most terrifying warriors.

Zhang Jingxuan turned to look at Qiulin, staring at him for a long time; Qiulin didn’t move, standing there, letting him look.

With his martial skill, it wasn’t difficult for him to vanish from Yun Tian’s sight. Besides, they’d only revealed their location, not their identities; vanishing now meant Yun Tian wouldn’t know anything—perhaps just suspecting assassins had entered the post station.

Iu was exasperated, but regardless, these two rivals finally sat down quietly.

Qiulin raised an eyebrow, withdrew his sword, and smiled faintly: “Your courtesy. After the autumn trials, I’ll wait for you at the Shanhai Academy.”

Chu Tianyao wasn’t as calm as her—he wanted to kill Yu Qingcheng with his arrow right then, but Yu Qingcheng had already reached Yu Wuhen’s side, surrounded by countless chaotic generals; shooting her was difficult.

Embarrassed!? Which eye did he see her being embarrassed with!? It was clearly disbelief and contempt!

Chen Che and the other two crouched behind a rock, dodging the arrow rain, desperately chasing after their mounts—whose hindquarters had been pierced like porcupines—looking anything but dignified.

She fixed her gaze, staring unblinkingly at the terracotta figurine before her, her eyes deep with swirling thought. Earlier she’d thought there were many figurines; now, upon closer inspection, she realized there were only dozens. But their disordered arrangement made them seem far more numerous.

It turned out that Qingfeng had been on duty outside Sansheng Temple just moments ago, when he suddenly saw a auspicious cloud flying toward them.

My mind suddenly recalled a scene I’d once witnessed: a beggar begged daily in our village, until one day a bully beat him to death.

She emitted incoherent pleas, completely transformed into a beast, unable to control her vocal cords—but I knew exactly what she was saying.

Hearing his father’s words, Wei Ling suddenly understood, breaking into a cold sweat. He finally grasped why his father had flown into such a rage.

Li Feng’s words instantly shattered the guilt and trust the others had just begun to feel; combined with Nie Yan’s recent impression, most chose to believe Li Feng, their expressions toward Nie Yan turning hostile.

It was only because Gao Wu was skilled in military strategy, and at the time, few in the army possessed such talent—just when they needed men—his direct superior waved it off with a single phrase: “If you doubt a man, don’t use him; if you use him, don’t doubt him,” and let the matter drop.