Chapter 95: Ruin Teacher Hua's reputation, make Yue Na fall short of success

Chi Ye was silent for a long time, then said: "Actually, it really might be a big trashy film."

Jin Xia corrected: "That is art!"

"Melodramatic."

"Realistic!"

"Cliché."

"Solid script foundation!"

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

"Anyway, I don't care." The Buddha Master hummed and hawed: "I say it's good, so it's good."

"...... Can't talk anymore, I need to—"

Fortunately, Su had not yet reached the ability to trigger the curse. He tried to move his body, only to find that except for his right arm, his whole body was numb and completely unresponsive to his consciousness.

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

Su Jian saw more than just this; this was only what he caught with his peripheral vision. What his eyes were focused on were the ten or so riders gradually becoming clear in the rain and mist behind him. When they got closer, Su Jian saw the people clearly, and his heart was suddenly filled with both surprise and joy.

He had planned this play for so many years, and now someone was finally investing in it to fulfill his dream, but who knew why there were so many issues.

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

Guyu Club. Xiao Tian took it into his hands almost without a drop of blood. However, looking at that security manager, Xiao Tian's eyes narrowed slowly.

Of course, this was just a self-deceiving way of putting it. 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 shake three times. Added to the deafening roars and bellows, it was simply impossible to ignore them.

As soon as Zhang Biao finished speaking, his body stepped forward again, and Yang Shaotian, seeing this, was equally unwilling to show weakness.

After Tong De performed the salute, he stood respectfully to the side. If one didn't deliberately pay attention, most people wouldn't 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 way, and the tension was enough to make one's breath stop. But can a miracle last for ten years?

This powerful pressure was something they, as Martial Kings and Spirit Lords, could not withstand, which was enough to prove that the owner of this voice had a very high cultivation, at least a Spirit Saint.

Four children surrounded her, while Tang Yan stood to the side, ignoring everything, just looking on with an innocent face.

Lady Zhang walked to the door uneasily, tilted her head to listen for a while. It was quiet outside, and there was no one there. Only then did she walk back with peace of mind, leaned into her husband's ear, and whispered a few words.

Just as the car stopped steadily at the hotel entrance, the well-dressed Duan Yan walked to the car with a pleasing gait and personally helped them open the door. Even his form of address for Luo Ran had changed, which showed how much the Duan family cared about the cooperation with Fu Zichen.

Not long after, a sound came from outside the balcony, and catching a glimpse, 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 trick and said.

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

"How could your spirit tool possess such high quality!?" Ye Qiu saw his long saber broken so easily by Wang Mo and immediately felt a sense of disbelief.

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

Exhaling a breath, Zhou Yu sat down slowly. He actually also knew that in this chaotic world, that kind of somewhat foolish benevolence and morality could not truly allow one to stand firm. ===== CHAPTER 96 =====