Chapter 144: The Beijing People's Art Theatre's Opening Play of the 1980s

Following the direction of her finger, Luo Yunfeng saw that the people who had gone up ahead were all standing still in their tracks.

Huang Bei’s wooden staff, which had been tapping against the ground, paused in mid-air for a moment, his gaze falling upon Xu Yan’s face as if trying to decipher something.

Li Zhifan responded with a few vague murmurs; in truth, he had not taken in much of what Zhao Yiduo was saying.

The two Cherokees did not set out to catch up with the convoy until close to noon, after first stopping at a bank to withdraw a large bag of cash.

Since Luo Yunfeng showed no signs of resistance toward her, the wisest course of action was to choose complete honesty and tell him everything.

"This is our Manor Lord, this is our Elder Council member Bond, and this is..." Angsangle immediately introduced the newly arrived people to them. He was extremely eager to ingratiate himself, hoping to leave a favorable impression in front of these legendary artisans.

Listening to the untimely system prompt and looking at the rows of soldiers beneath the high platform, a surge of bold heroism rose in Zhao Wuming’s chest. Just as he was about to give the command, he caught Han Xin stealthily making a gesture to wait. Instantly understanding, he countermanded: "Pass down my order: hold position and wait."

"Thank you, Teacher Luo, goodbye Teacher Luo." The six young people bid farewell to Luo Yunfeng one by one before heading downstairs.

"Do you want to know what wish I just made?" Hao asked quietly. Qingli replied, "You can't say it out loud. You know, if you say it, it won't come true, so I don't want to know." Lingfeng and Haoqing agreed with Qingli's view.

The Li family naturally had no objections; it was merely a matter of a simple favor, and furthermore, the children were well-liked by their elders. They would be more than happy to see the young ones find happiness.

Li Zongren's troops began to fall into a bitter struggle. He felt that if things continued this way, his entire army might be wiped out here, and he himself would perish along with them.

"The so-called psychological abuse means leaving your physical body untouched while insulting you on a mental level. As long as the insults are severe enough, your memory will surely begin to recover gradually," Su Yi said with a completely straight face.

Ever since Yu Fengjiao was publicly slapped across the face by Sheng Xueli, she had lost interest in meddling in the affairs of the Firmament Corporation. Resentment still lingered in her heart toward Sheng Xueli, so out of spite, she let the Firmament and Shengshi Groups do as they pleased, wanting to see into what kind of chaotic state they would descend without her presiding at the helm.

Flogging the food box into that person's hands, Heizi turned around and strode into the woods with a face as cold as frost. To think that the bedboards in that room were so hard, the quilts so thin, and it was so cold that one couldn't sleep—Qiong'er had endured this for eight years without ever uttering a single complaint to him.

If both of them were willing, she would not stand in their way; on the contrary, she would support and bless them, and help them arrange everything in a dignified and proper manner.

After a long while, Uncle Mo finally pushed the door open, his helpless expression indicating that things had not gone smoothly.

"Thirteen, you guys come out for a moment!" Li Hui did not know where the people sent by Dongfang Ye hid themselves all day, but she knew that whenever she needed them, she only had to call out, and they would appear.

Fortunately, this took place in an uninhabited suburb; otherwise, this single round of attacks alone would have resulted in an incalculable number of casualties and deaths.

Therefore, the crowd gathered around closely—partly out of a sense of hometown kinship, and partly for a chance to rub off a bit of good luck.

Ye Jinmu walked back, and as the few of them looked at her, they all felt that her expression was somewhat complicated.

Within the spacetime channel, Zheri could not care less about what others were thinking; he had already locked onto the coordinates of the Human Realm.

Having defended for a day and a night under the continuous and successive attacks of various monsters, the Beast Alliance had suffered massive casualties. They had attempted to break through the encirclement during this time.

Ye Xian had been immersed in cultivation all this time, so naturally he knew nothing of what had transpired afterward. Li Qian sighed and recounted everything that had happened to Ye Xian in detail.

In truth, Yuan Jinshu did not believe that the Emperor had failed to notice the close association between Mu Que and Wei Chuxiu. By placing him here, was the Emperor not afraid that by the time Mu Que returned to the capital, the entire Jiangnan region would already be within his grasp?

Ye Jinmu arrived at the hotel entrance. To be honest, turning down Nangong Xiao’s terms left a trace of regret in her heart. Yet, when she thought of the heavy price she would have to pay to accept those conditions, her heart grew much more peaceful.

One could say that before reaching Amst, the armies and cities they encountered could not truly represent the genuine strength of humanity.

She truly could not tell whether Xiao Moqian was genuinely unable to think of a good solution, or if she deliberately wanted her to be found by Ling Chengjin.

Liao Xi deployed his troops and generals. With the mighty warriors of China's five-thousand-year history gathered in one great clash, what was there to fear in battle? The army's morale of the Great Han remained unbroken, its fighting spirit burned on, the hearts of its people stayed steadfast, and the soul of the Han nation endured. No one could destroy the Great Han. If they must fight, why not? Then let it be a decisive battle of epic proportions.

Looking around casually to take in his surroundings, Wu Fan suddenly found the scene before him somewhat familiar. He began to ponder deeply: why did it feel so familiar?

The intern glanced at Li Daoxuan and saw that he indeed did not look like a wealthy man, but he still put down his dusting tools and walked over politely.

That's right, Linye's primary targets were the clothes hanging out to dry in the first-floor courtyard and on the first-floor balconies.

Actually, the custom of giving red envelopes in the Yueguang region was even more prevalent than in other places. However, back in the year 1996, for a major joyous occasion like being the top scorer in the national college entrance examination, ordinary people might give a few dozen yuan. It was just that many of Zhou Bai's father's friends were indeed quite well-off, so relatively speaking, the amounts were a bit more generous.

"Yuanyuan called me to say you were returning to the capital today. I figured I had nothing else to do, so I just came over—and by the way, congratulations on your film winning the Golden Bear," Yu Feihong said casually.

In the VIP seats, Xiyi clenched his fists tightly. At the very moment when the Azure Dragon descended just then, a sliver of cowardice had actually stirred within his heart, which infuriated Xiyi to no end.

This place was utterly desolate, as if no one had set foot here in eight hundred years, with wild grass growing as tall as a person. Seeing this situation, I felt a twinge of regret. If I hadn't made a promise to Zhong'er, why on earth would I come to the back mountain, expecting to find some fun?

Wang Yuming and Chu Ying also spotted Lin Xuan at this moment, and both of them were stunned. They hadn't gone looking to trouble him, yet here he was, appearing right before them.

The giant dragon flew past the magic empire's army, then turned back, took a deep breath, and spewed another torrent of raging flames.

"Butler, does doing this cause any harm to Grandfather's health?" Looking at the arrays glowing with golden light, Bai Yu suddenly felt a trace of fear.