Chapter 44

The corners of Lu Mingrui's eyes were flushed with a reddish hue. The usually restrained and gentle man appeared somewhat anxious. As their gazes met, it felt as though a flame was rising between them.

"It's not that we lack fame; it's just that our Spirit Gate has always been secretive and unknown to outsiders. You need to distinguish this clearly," Granny Ya said, seeming to see right through my thoughts.

While he was worrying himself sick over here, the two people directly involved acted as if nothing was the matter. The person inside asked for food and supplies to be brought along, while the one right here ate and slept as they pleased, showing none of the nervousness expected when collaborating with celebrities to record a variety show.

If not for the presence of the Ding siblings, simply crossing this stretch of waterway would have been as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

For some unknown reason, Su Qingyu, who usually maintained a fine disposition, felt a sudden sourness in her nose, and tears threatened to fall.

The ghostly energy, which had originally been a seamless whole, unexpectedly began to decompose in an extremely orderly fashion within Lin Feng's body.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned and walked away. Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, Zhu Di, and the others had no choice; they knew his personality all too well. Once he made up his decision, not even eight horses could pull him back.

Gathered together, Jiang He spoke to them in a low voice, recounting something. Their line of work relied entirely on luck; the probability of getting out of the tomb alive while carrying treasures was a mere ten percent. They had no choice but to risk their lives.

With that, the geisha clapped her hands, and an entrance to a passage appeared out of thin air beside them. She took the lead and walked inside.

"If we don't act now, we won't have time left. Who knows when another opportunity will arise?" the man in the blue jacket said as he walked and looked around.

Although the difficulty of this new dish was set at C-grade, he felt it was far more difficult than those A-grade delicacies.

"I should be asking what you're doing, you damn little flame!" Ice Soul rubbed his head and retorted, refusing to show any weakness.

Xiue stiffened her neck and retorted, "No one is ordering us around. Who would willingly leave the prosperous Central Plains to go to the unfamiliar Western Rong?"

Especially upon learning that a solar eclipse would occur two months later, Ming Xi's state of anxiety became even more pronounced.

The crispy fried chicken legs he made were complete in appearance, completely free of any scorching, boasting a golden, crispy crust and an overflowing aroma that made one's mouth water.

Ming Xi could not help but widen her eyes, tilting her head up to look at his exceptionally handsome, sharply defined chin.

"It's fine, aren't I doing well right now?" Feeling Madam Luo's sincerity, Su Yaowu also softened her tone.

"Xiangxue, I... we are friends, aren't we? Why do you keep avoiding me like this? Could it be that our once-acquainted past must end up like this? Can't you just treat me like a friend?" Hanyu said, sounding somewhat desolate and deeply affectionate.

Surrounded by purple mist, the dream-stealing well, and the blood-drinking bat demons all played out within the Purple Forest Mist. Then, what kind of person was this man?

In truth, they had long since arranged the script. He was merely a pawn who opened the curtain only to become a useless sacrifice afterward—a disposable piece that could never turn back once it crossed the river.

Yilan could find nothing else to say, and facing each other on the video call, she forced herself to squeeze out some words of concern. She only did this so that anyone who might be eavesdropping would think their relationship was genuinely close, though to be frank, it was somewhat difficult.

The two were good friends, and Zhong Mix did not conceal her emotional situation from her, save for the part involving Xiang Yu.

Laden with worries, Yilan slept poorly through the night and forced a smile when she woke up the next day.

"Uh... What the hell do you mean? How dare you look down on me!" Ishihara Shigechi never expected that Lei would still dare to speak to him with such insolence in the face of such overwhelming superiority. His face flushed red with anger as he shouted at Lei.

"Hehe, fine, let's head over. Wang Peng, carry on, and keep an eye on those monkeys. If they have nothing better to do, they go running off to the training room to stir up trouble," Lei called out to Wang Peng, and then walked outside together with Kazuo Morii.

"It looks like my twenty thousand is as good as gone..." Wang Peng said with some worry. Although he wasn't concerned that anything would happen to Lei, the money he had placed as a bet was in grave danger.

At that moment, Kariya had already locked onto Haman's heart with her particle cannon, but Renault stopped her using telepathy.

Following that, the other two team captains raised their glasses to toast Xiang Yu. By this time, Xiang Yu had let go of his reservations; he accepted all comers. Whenever anyone offered a toast, he drained his glass in a single gulp.

Wang Qian talked on endlessly. In the past, no one would listen to her, but now that Xiang Yu was lying here, she knew that even if she spoke, he wouldn't be able to hear her, so she poured her heart out entirely.

Powerful force surged through Antulei's hands, and a ball of raging fire danced in his palms before he violently lashed out toward Qiu Xuan. Just as it was about to make contact with Qiu Xuan's body, the ball of fire suddenly burst apart entirely, enveloping Qiu Xuan within the flames. Seeing this, Antulei smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"Eldest Brother, are you still not enlightened at a time like this?" Zhan Qingxiao shook his head helplessly, never expecting Zhan Qingyun to still be so naive at this moment.

According to Yan Dong's own judgment, the Heavenly Sword Sect was undoubtedly a link in these people's conspiracy, and it was very likely that they would launch an assault on the Heavenly Sword Sect in the near future.

With China fighting on home turf, coupled with thorough prior preparation and a tiny bit of luck, the South Korean team suffered a heavy blow.

Hurriedly pulling the money out from the envelope, Chen Yu made a rough estimate of the thick stack; it was at least no less than three thousand yuan. Afterward, Chen Yu counted it carefully and found there was actually as much as three thousand five hundred yuan.

"Wait, does that mean we are enemies with the Wind Clan? If so, why should I help them?" Ye Buyu was an extremely selfish person who fiercely protected his own; regardless of any reasoning, he would always side with humankind.

Wang Yong also perceived some of Lin Chong's preoccupations, but he pretended not to notice and simply offered a heartfelt farewell. Unable to decline, Lin Chong accepted the gift, feeling even more grateful to Wang Yong in his heart.

"..." An Nianchu stopped speaking, curling up inside Qin Muchen's arms and directly ignoring An Xinyan's presence. At that precise moment came the sound of a key turning in the lock, and Qin Muche walked in, dressed entirely in black, wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap.

Her appearance made him burst into laughter. Her adorable look compelled him to cover her lips with his own. He sucked and nibbled on them gently, reluctant to let go.

"Is that so? If that's the case, what about these two? Why aren't you arresting them? The crimes they committed are far greater than mine. This is a great opportunity for you to merit a contribution!" Lin凡 pointed at Zhang Yuanhua and Zhang Shuo and said.

Thinking of what had happened at the film set, the more he thought about it, the angrier he grew. As a dignified former commander of the Beijing Military Region, when had he ever been humiliated like this? Especially by someone who was merely a teenager.