Chapter 95: Making Teacher Hua Lose All Reputation, Making Yuenan Fall Short of Success

Chi Ye was silent for a long moment, then said, "Actually, it really could be a terrible film."

Jin Xia corrected him: "That is art!"

"Melodramatic."

"Realistic!"

"Cliché."

"The script has a solid foundation!"

Chi Ye laughed: "Since when did you become so good at 'sophistry'?"

"I don't care anyway." The Old Buddha grumbled, "If I say it's good, it's good."

"……We can't talk anymore, I have to"

Fortunately, Su had not yet reached the ability to trigger the curse. He tried to move his body, only to find that apart from his right arm, his entire body was numb and completely unresponsive to his conscious commands.

Dark clouds were slowly gathering. Patches of red seeped out from the dark clouds. These were not beautiful sunset clouds, but streaks of killing intent.

Su Jian saw more than just this; these were merely things he caught in his peripheral vision. His eyes were focused on the dozen or so riders who were gradually becoming clear in the rain and mist behind him. When they got closer, Su Jian saw who they were, and his heart was suddenly filled with both surprise and joy.

He had planned this film for so many years, and now someone was finally investing in it to fulfill his dream, but who would have known there would be so many issues.

I couldn't help but be stunned. Isn't the president of Gaoke supposed to be Xia Wanyu? Who is this President Zhang?

Guyu Clubhouse. Xiao Tian had taken it over almost without a fight. However, looking at that security manager, Xiao Tian's eyes slowly narrowed.

Of course, this was just a way of deceiving oneself. In fact, the Black Prison Stone Giant and the Two-Headed Demon Ape were both massive existences; every punch they threw triggered a gale, and every step they took made the earth tremble three times. Added to that were their deafening roars and howls, making it truly impossible to ignore them.

As soon as Zhang Biao finished speaking, his body stepped forward once again, and upon seeing this, Yang Shaotian was not to be outdone.

After Tong De performed the salute, he stood respectfully to the side. Unless one paid deliberate attention, most people would not let their gaze linger on him; his presence was extremely low.

In this hall, the doctor's ten years of experience were being presented in a condensed and complete manner, and the level of tension was enough to make one's breath hitch. But can a miracle last for ten years?

This powerful pressure was more than even they, as a Martial King and a Spirit Monarch, could withstand, which was enough to prove that the owner of this voice had a very high cultivation level, at least that of a Spirit Saint.

Four children circled around her, while Tang Yan stood to the side, ignoring everything and just watching with an innocent look on his face.

Lady Zhang walked to the door, uneasy, and tilted her ear to listen for a while. It was quiet outside, and there was no one there, so she walked back, relieved, and whispered a few words into her husband's ear.

Just as the car pulled to a stop at the hotel entrance, the well-dressed Duan Yan walked to the side of the car with an elegant gait and personally opened the door for them. Even his form of address for Luo Ran had changed, which showed how much the Duan family valued their cooperation with Fu Zichen.

After waiting for a short while, a sound came from outside the balcony, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure walk to her side.

"Of course it's true! As long as you let us go now, I guarantee I won't kill you right now!" Nangong Wei thought Nangong Mo had fallen for the trap and said.

There was a breath stuck in this old man's throat that hadn't been expelled, and there was even more of a blockage in his chest.

"How could your spirit weapon possibly have such high quality!?" Ye Qiu saw his long saber actually snapped so easily by Wang Mo, and was immediately filled with a sense of disbelief.

He laughed for half a cup of tea's time, laughing until his stomach spasmed and his throat itched uncontrollably. His whole body trembled involuntarily as he curled up on the ground. After he stopped laughing, he felt incomparably cold.

Exhaling a breath, Zhou Yu sat down slowly. He actually knew that in this chaotic world, that kind of foolish benevolence and morality was not enough to truly establish a firm footing.