Chapter 125: The King of Instant Dramas

"This isn't right! This isn't right! How can this be Chi Ye? Did he use AI face-swapping?"

Yuenar.

The head of the film and television department, who had personally "promoted" Chi Ye in six productions only for all six to flop, kept shaking his head and waving his hands, signaling that this absolutely was not Chi Ye.

——This isn't the money-losing loser I know!

"Is there a possibility... that he really is Goujian? That bastard could even hide his singing voice just to leave our Yuenar, so isn't it normal for him to hide a bit of his acting skills?"

Is this really what Prince Xin meant when he said he would handle it well? But, since she is going to follow him, other than material wealth and status, what else can he give them?

"I brought a physician, it’s just that we left in too much of a hurry." The rosy flush on her cheeks was already like a burning fire. She brushed her cheek with her left hand, hoping to cool down and not be so shy. Yet, she couldn't help it; even her heartbeat was becoming difficult to suppress.

"By the way, I want to discuss something with you," Zhao Gan said, stopping the knife and fork he was using to cut his steak.

She rubbed her heavy eyelids and dragged her exhausted body out of bed. She shook her head violently, as if wanting to shake that strange dream out of her mind; it was also like a helpless mockery of herself, and even more like a bewildered sense of distress.

In a hazy state, she felt a warmth enveloping her body, and then a familiar scent drifted into her nose. She murmured, isn't this scent the same one on Ye Chengxuan?

"Siming, have you found out who did it?" She stopped her tears and asked coldly, the sorrow in her eyes already masked by a light of hatred never before seen in them.

After hearing Liu Quansi's account, Guo Lin's face slowly darkened. First, they tricked Guo Yuqing into leaving and poisoned her to lure him into their trap. Then, at the same time, they struck at Feng Zhongxiao to seize the Dragon Tooth Demon-Breaking Sword.

"Young Marshal, as the saying goes, do not pursue a desperate foe. Besides, Shi Zhibang still has reinforcements to the south; I fear this is unwise," Qin Jingyuan advised.

She did not know how she had walked out of the hall with him, heading toward her room. The moon hung high in the sky, and the autumn wind made the leaves rustle as enthusiastically as the applause in the hall. Happiness was like the autumn mist, spreading endlessly toward the horizon.

Song Daowu first stopped Li Jinghong, then looked at Xing Shaoqing. He didn't ask what he was going to do, but instead asked how much money and time he needed. His actions naturally left both Li Jinghong and Xing Shaoqing feeling surprised.

As soon as I entered the door, Yan Pinming looked up, saw I had returned, and hurriedly stood up to greet me. I have been spending less and less time at home lately; while she was grumbling in her heart, she was even wondering if I had taken three, four, five, six, seven, or eight mistresses outside.

A desperate healing aura fell upon this Holy Knight, and his breathing appeared to steady slightly—everyone present knew clearly that this was merely a final flash of vitality. Such a fatal wound could never be reversed by a healing spell.

A true comparison; the two were completely not on the same level, and Sylvanas could not help but be shocked.

However, how could they possibly be a match for Xuanyuan Qingfeng? He went up and slapped them one by one, killing them all instantly.

The Great Spirit Master was equally astonished; he had not expected that this seemingly unremarkable strike from Ishikawa would possess such great power.

When these words were spoken, not only did Luo Wei's expression change, but even Duncan's face revealed a look of astonishment.

Centurion Huoli laughed loudly. On his Red Copper Hun-Tian Hammer, the power of blood and Qi condensed to its peak. Deep cyan battle-energy flowed out like a tide, and a tyrannical aura shrouded a hundred-zhang radius, causing all vegetation to wither, unable to withstand the scorching blood-energy.

Their mission was to be responsible for leveling the road along this route, ensuring as much as possible a transport and supply line leading to the northwest.

As he spoke, his figure moved, and he lunged toward me like lightning. I hurriedly bent down, rolled along the floor of the cave, and tumbled beneath his arm.