Chapter 195: 189 Silhouette

September 29, two days before the National Day holiday, Yu Xing contacted the production team of "Only You" to confirm he would replace Liu Hao at the recording on the 30th.

This was warmly welcomed by producer Xu Rongxuan.

"Yu Zong, I've missed you so much—why didn't you come on our show to fight your lawsuits with Jiahan Forestry and Vanke?" Xu Rongxuan's voice brimmed with enthusiasm, "Let's curse those fake companies together, and roast the guests on stage—this would be perfect."

"Go here." Gu Ying put the GPS back in place; the green dot had shifted, and the red route clearly marked the direction.

Bai Ling smiled indulgently, ruffling her hair, making her exquisite face glow with an even sweeter smile.

"What are you looking for these days? Perhaps I can help." For several days, Tianqing and Gong Yi had been staying at the Dwarf's home; though the three exchanged little, their coexistence was harmonious, and the Dwarf harbored no resentment toward them.

After Master Sun Wukong freed himself, he let us walk ahead a few steps, then quietly chanted a spell and used the Mountain-Shift and Earth-Contract technique, pointing his golden cudgel backward—we suddenly leapt over the peak and continued forward, leaving the demon behind.

Fang Hua unfurled the scroll, revealing a solitary winter snowfall: in the snowy ground stood a youth in yellow robes, turned sideways before a rock garden, his blurred eyes concealing his thoughts. Yet amidst the vast storm of snow, he was the absolute focal point of the painting.

Only the tall man ignored their conversation, taking the pill in hand to examine it closely, even peeling off one layer and placing it in his mouth to test it for poison. Only after confirming it was harmless did he gently place it into Gong Zhan's mouth.

The blood absorption theory—an old madman's experiment. He used us as test subjects. I failed; he succeeded.

She did feel a slight headache, but what hurt more was her body—every inch of her ached so severely she couldn't even move her fingers.

The arrogant man cared nothing for Li Linfu's moral failings, nor did he worry Li Linfu might cause chaos later—he was still there, his wise and mighty Emperor Tang Minghuang still looming over Li Linfu's shoulders. Even if given ten lives, Li Linfu wouldn't dare play tricks on him.

"Whoosh—" Suddenly, the earth around them split open, yellow soil bursting up a full zhang high; dust and stones flew, blinding their eyes.

As if by unspoken agreement, both shifted their expressions and advanced step by step toward Pu Yuzi.

The agonizing pain in his head slowly faded, the sweat on his body dried, and he clearly felt a warm sensation spreading through his skull—shifting from unbearable throbbing to comfort.

Therefore, when faced with her Master's sorrowful question, Murong Qingxue never concealed what had just happened.

I did intend to help the fox spirit cross the heavenly tribulation—but only if I had sufficient strength to handle it myself. More than that, I wanted to help Qin Tian cross the tribulation; while Shiliu hadn't left yet, I wanted to learn more about this.

First she pouted, then wrinkled her nose, then her eyes narrowed, her brows straightened—a face utterly devoid of happiness.

Those who were naturally entitled were all the senior ministers left behind by Li Zhi—each held high office and remained fiercely loyal to Li Zhi.

It probably began from that night. Ling Xiang awoke from sleep to find the resolute man wrapped in his quilt, trembling uncontrollably, hot tears streaming down his closed eyelids. No matter how tough he appeared, it was only to hide the fragility within his heart.

"Zhuo Nan, I'm so nervous—I didn't sleep at all last night. What if I fail the exam?" Fu Xinxin's emotions were unstable, visibly agitated.

The barbarian's aura skill, "Battle Standard," requires high specialization; when he first arrived, his level was low, and he chose the "Soldier" class, spending only one point in each skill as a seed—so he had no skill points left to learn it.