Chapter 138: The Script Adaptation Complete

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After briefly recounting the matter, Old Lei cleverly avoided mentioning Victor’s mistake in calling off the mission. Yang’s mother asked every basic question—name, age, height, occupation, annual income, family members including parents and siblings, and even how many times he had been in love. When she learned that Luo Jingyang was an orphan, her brows furrowed deeply.

With no other choice, I hailed a taxi and, after great effort, managed to bring him back home.

As the prime time arrived, the television began airing “Vacuum Love Records.” Though not well-known, it was the mainland’s first youth idol drama.

Piercing screams of despair crashed wave after wave. Du Ruanqin and Ou Mingsi, tied to chairs yet forced to witness the death of Erzi, thrashed their terrified bodies in frantic agony.

Se Bao Gege was one of the favored princesses among the many. She was as delicate as a willow and as lovely as a flower. In terms of figure, the grace of her dance surely surpassed that of Talma.

After ending the call with Raymond, Sojes inquired with Will about their current location. Upon confirmation, he returned through the puppet theater. Once back, the Undying Dragon Soul gradually ascended until it stopped three hundred meters below the surface.

“Instructor! Didn’t the old man previously invite martial artists over? Why have they never mentioned flaws or weaknesses before?” The soldier replied, stunned.

“Mo Han, do you think she could bear to see us together?” Qin Luofan said calmly.

“Are you trying to provoke the law?” Hua Xiaotian blurted out instinctively, stung by Qin Fan’s reckless words.

“Damn! He really knows how to communicate. Damn! This demon, he’s becoming sentient—a fetal spirit!” The Magic Box let out a series of strange cries within Ye Qianli’s sea of consciousness.

“Are you sure you want to snatch my things?” Chen Nan looked seriously at Feng Yuanling, who was still hovering in the clouds.

But Wu Qing straightforwardly asked the question, avoiding Zhang San’s gaze and staring at the pastries on the table instead.

“Search again. If you still can’t find it, then it’s truly gone,” Xiao Ran wiped sweat from his brow, frowning.

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After knocking Wang Chao down, Wang Laohu grabbed a stool and frantically smashed it onto Wang Chao’s body until he was bloodied and unconscious, then finally stopped.

An Nianzhi and Zhang Qingyang took a walk nearby without encountering anyone or anything unusual before returning to their resting courtyard.

Because the evil toad’s multiple eyes were too large, Chu Ge devised a clever plan: embedding the thirty-four evil eyes into the icy walls of the Ice Abyss. With the spirit flower doppelgänger guarding the Abyss, Chu Ge was unafraid of any mishaps.

Mo Shaochen suddenly grabbed the back of her head and gently pulled her toward him, sealing her slightly parted red lips with his own in a swift motion.

That low roar, neither loud nor soft, seemed both gentle and steel-like, carrying a shock that made one’s heart leap.

Seeing Ling Feng’s expression, Lei Xiaomei glanced at herself, suddenly realizing, hurriedly picking up her coat to cover herself.

Zhou Tianyuan paused. He was somewhat aware of Li Group’s recent troubles. At the moment, with the company at a critical juncture and stocks plummeting, there was no capital for land purchases.

Wang Yan saw Lin Xue again, a hint of jealousy flickering in her eyes. Her own appearance was decent, but compared to Lin Xue, she fell far short.

As the two sides neared, the muscular man threw a left hook at Chen Mu’s head. Normally, this punch would target the abdomen, but since Chen Mu was much shorter, the blow landed squarely on his head.

It was like striking steel with a bone. When Liu Fengyun kicked Bai Ye’s back, a deafening sound rang out—hard and unyielding.

If not for the other party’s severe lack of combat experience, missing many prime chances for a fatal strike, and given Chen Mu’s nearly immortal body with extraordinary resistance, he would have died long ago.

Suddenly, Nie Xi seemed so manly. Despite the sweat scent around him, why did he still seem so pleasant to her?

Compared to the other four types, entering the formation arts was more difficult. In Changsheng’s view, Murong Aotian’s ability to earn the recognition of an ancient master’s formation plate showed his profound mastery.

That day appeared ordinary. If Yan Bei hadn’t seen the storyline beforehand, she wouldn’t have known it was the day the Mechanical City met its doom.

Chu Yan knew he couldn’t solve this trouble himself, but if he couldn’t, others surely could—like Tiger Tooth?

“You think I’m serious? No matter how tired, I have to clutch my money tightly, especially if it’s my own,” Ye Xiaomei said with a mischievous smile.

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“We’re on different sides. You should leave quickly. Once King Lanshan deals with that guy, you’re done for. If you run, I might still survive,” Fu Feng earnestly advised.

After Ding Ning’s earth-shattering words, the world fell silent; the crowd in the square had long since dispersed.

Han Tiesheng frowned deeply, ignoring him. All he could do was delay for as long as possible, knowing Ding Ning would never watch helplessly as Pan Xianglong was taken by the police.

The two assistants who would travel extensively with Gu Yichen were contacts from Yu Chi Qiming’s former comrades.

The Laughing Monk’s body split in two, falling sideways with a thud. The blood-red shield vanished with his death, transforming into a strand of Buddhist prayer beads that dropped into the blood pool.

At noon, Lin Bufan’s meal was still glutinous rice porridge. Since the day Lin Bufan was poisoned, he had eaten over a hundred bowls.

If not for the enemy’s severe lack of combat experience, missing many perfect chances for a killing blow, and considering his nearly immortal body with exceptional endurance, he would have died long ago.

Suddenly, Nie Xi seemed so manly. When close to him, despite the sweat smell, why did she find it so pleasant?

Compared to the other four types, formation arts were harder to master. Changsheng believed Murong Aotian’s recognition by an ancient master’s formation plate proved his exceptional skill.

That day seemed ordinary. Without prior knowledge of the plot, Yan Bei would not have known it was the day the Mechanical City fell.

Chu Yan realized he couldn’t solve this problem himself, but others could—like Tiger Tooth?

“You think I’m serious? No matter how tired, I must keep hold of my money, especially my own,” Ye Xiaomei said playfully.