Volume 1, Chapter 61: You Really Care About Her

"I'm not quite sure about that. I just happened to overhear it. I heard that when Zhou's mother was hospitalized some time ago, she acted particularly strangely."

Having said this, Yan Yan dropped the subject.

A curved blade suddenly materialized above Zhang Yishui's head. Resembling a full moon, the scimitar had no hilt—it was all blade, radiating a spine-chilling frost. It danced through the air like a nimble serpent, humming rhythmically without being struck.

According to Mu Ming's usual habit, he preferred to shoot the scenes involving veteran actors first. There were two reasons for this: first, to help the crew find their rhythm—after all, seasoned actors had plenty of experience, made fewer mistakes, and were less likely to cause disruptions; second, to set a good example for the newcomers.

These prophecies might sound a bit alarmist, but in the future, we may be forced to acknowledge their accuracy. Perhaps, much like a row of dominoes, the only thing difficult to foresee is how long it will take for the motion to travel from the first tile to the last.

If Situ Ruiyu were to step forward yet refuse to make a move, it would indicate that his remaining lifespan was extremely limited, and therefore he would not act lightly.

The temple cast down fish-shaped spiritual Qi, and countless streams of energy in the air converged and aligned here, pressing down upon the Great Barbarian Town.

However, upon hearing Ritsuka Fujimaru say this, Gilgamesh instead burst into loud laughter.

While Fusu was still overwhelmed with excitement, Wuxin walked over. "Young master, young master! The cavalry has finished assembling!" "Oh!" Fusu snapped out of his trance and strode toward the cavalry formation.

However, with just a single poster and no accompanying information, the fans were somewhat baffled as to what Mu Ming was trying to do.

Now that they had encountered such a fortuitous opportunity in the Great Desolate Mountains, everyone was putting in every ounce of effort solely to reap the benefits for themselves. For those demonic cultivators, cultivating here for a single day was equivalent to a month's progress outside.

Su Ying stared at him. The higher her expectations for him had been back then, the deeper her hatred for him was now.

Still, I don't regret it. If I hadn't stolen a kiss from my dear cousin-in-law before leaving, that is what I would have regretted! Now that I've kissed her, I don't regret it at all.

Zhuang Nuannuan nodded, pushed the door open, and walked in, assuming it might be one of her father's old friends or someone similar.

At least for Yan Fei, it had nearly reached a limit. The ferocious dragon before him possessed a combat strength that likely approached the mid-stage of the Loose Immortal realm among human cultivators. As for its actual combat prowess, being a divine beast, it was clearly even stronger.

Since they suspected her, they paid extra attention to her every move. Sure enough, she began communicating with the outside world using carrier pigeons, so he decided to play along with her ruse, letting her truly believe that the inn was entirely vacant and had been completely booked out by him.

A faint smile touched the corners of Shi Moxuan's lips. Flashing through his mind were those vast fields of sunflowers, along with an existence perceived by the outside world as a demon, but who, to him, was simply a unique and cherished relative in his life.

He rubbed his forehead. Marrying into that household meant she was destined for a hard life, yet she refused to listen. What more could he, as her younger brother, possibly do to stop her?

The word "friends" from Zhong Fan's friend deeply touched me. To be honest, having lived for so many years, the word "friend" rarely appeared in my vocabulary. Back before my eyes went blind, perhaps I had a few friends, but the moment the accident happened, all contact with them vanished.

The photograph had been taken when he and Ye Ziyu had just fallen in love but were unable to meet openly. Back then, she was so pure and beautiful that whenever he was training, seeing her felt like a soothing balm for his soul.

The messages Wen Cheng sent her were all inquiries about how she was doing. Originally, they hadn't been in touch for a long time, and the day he started sending her WeChat messages again must have been when the internet began casting doubt on the relationship between her and Shen Huai.