The third day of the Lunar New Year.
After replying one by one to all the New Year text messages, Qi Hui planned to take a break.
Over the past few years, he had met quite a few people through filming and exchanged numbers with many of them, so whenever holidays rolled around, a flood of group messages and well-wishes would pour in.
For example, Wu Gang and Station Chief Wu from the cast of Lurk, and Director Lin and Lei Big Head from the cast of The Temptation to Go Home.
There was also Liu Meng and the others from the Special Forces cast—it was all just part of the social etiquette.
Not only these, but Qi Hui also...
Da Niu didn't think much of it, opened his mouth and drank it down in big gulps. The medicine wasn't extremely bitter; a trace of sweetness lingered within the bitterness, and the temperature was just right—neither scalding nor cold. Da Niu actually wanted another bowl. After drinking this bowl of medicine, his body felt much more comfortable.
Therefore, some matters are not necessarily best announced to the world immediately; appropriate avoidance is the supreme strategy.
Pei Yuanyue sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at Yin Rongyu, yet not daring to look him straight in the eye.
After listening to Ouyang Feng's words, several villagers didn't know whether to believe them or not. They actually brought a yellow dog into the village, leaving Ouyang Feng at a loss for what to do.
The numb, emaciated body suddenly retreated from extreme stillness, transforming directly into a streak of light that violently shot toward Ming Kui. Its speed was so ferocious that it completely transcended the limits of the naked eye. If its previous shining speed was like a bicycle, then right now, his speed had surpassed that of a Mercedes-Benz, boosted by more than a few gears.
However, sometimes people get so sucked into a matter that they become like they are possessed—take Gu Meng for example.
Li Zelv knew that the wife Guan Chenji was talking about was Gu Meng, but when had he ever sent Gu Meng to the hospital? Speaking of going to the hospital, it should have been Gu Meng sending him, because he definitely would have had his head beaten to a pulp by Gu Meng.
"Ah..." Irori was slightly startled. Such a reason was simply too ridiculous—a dollmaker with the strength to participate in the Night Party could be killed by ordinary fire?
This wasn't the first time he had acted as a referee, but it was also the only time in history he had encountered such an insoluble situation.
Yet this wall was incomparably hard; even with Yancheng borrowing the indestructible Dragon-Scaling, he could only leave a faint mark on it, utterly incapable of doing anything else to it.
Neither Ling Guangwei nor Wu Xingjue Shen could remain calm. What kind of situation was this, where looking in a mirror could actually reveal another self? If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they swore they wouldn't have been able to tell them apart at all.
"Starting from today, you two take care of your own things from now on. Figure it out yourselves!" Zhang Sheng finally spoke up, having grown too impatient to wait.
Not only were they fond of luxury, but they also possessed powerful innovative and practical capabilities, making them the strongest race among all otherworldly peoples.
A few days ago, he had pushed carts in and out of the kiln day in and day out, loading and unloading pottery blanks, until his skin was almost scorched like cracked farmland. Such hardship often caused him to cry secretly in the night.
He Yu looked at the burly man, pursing his lips not knowing what to say. Although he hadn't seen what the burly man looked like, miraculously, he didn't doubt his words at all, convinced from the bottom of his heart that what he said was true.
Meanwhile, Ziyun was still inside the Golden Cicada Dharma King's dwelling within the imperial palace, asking the Golden Cicada Dharma King whether any exceptionally formidable or crucial figures had appeared in the imperial palace over the past thousand years.
"Right. Otherwise, with my father's ability, he would have ferreted him out long ago, and it wouldn't be my turn to meddle." To be fair, the leader of this radical faction was truly remarkable; it was just a pity that his loyalties didn't lie with the family—Long Xiang found this deeply regrettable.
As night fell, a masked figure broke into the manor. The opponent's stealth techniques were extremely exquisite, seemingly coordinated with a martial soul, concealing their presence exceptionally well.
Monk Puyuan did not dare to act rashly, clearly sensing that the power of these talismans was not weak, especially since they formed a talisman array connected by ten thousand talismans.
When Kathy made her inquiry, Liu Ci instead posed a difficult request: she wanted to know how the seeds were lost before answering his question.
"What is going on?" Liu Ming frowned. Just who had such immense capability to alter the underlying code of the Yunling navigation system? Aside from the Ministry of State Security, even the military lacked this capability in Huaxia.
By this time, they could also tell that Baili Lin and her lackeys were humans who had disguised themselves to enter the Ghost Market.
At this point, virtually everyone in Great Zhou knew it well, and the officials were well aware that the emperor had usurped the throne. They ought to have launched a punitive campaign according to Great Zhou's ancestral precepts, but the intertwining of national fortune was truly captivating—it meant not only the emperor, but they themselves could also rely on it to ensure ghosts and spirits could do them no harm, and even use their official positions to suppress ghosts and spirits with a single word.
This meant that the reason Qin Tian could vanish so bizarrely from the celestial prison must have been due to the supreme treasure upon his person.
As Xu Qingleng continued to hand her bank card toward him, he hurriedly reached out and took it, as if grasping at a last straw.
Every attack by the lizard archers carved out a blank space within the Underground Coalition's phalanx.
Ning Daoran still held a considerable amount of respect for the old clan leader; after all, he was an elder and had never treated him too poorly up to now.
Qin Tian knew that if he didn't display the fruits of his cultivation, he might provoke his nameless master's temper.
In some very high places, the skeleton soldiers and bone wraiths hadn't gone up yet, and those wyverns had simply jumped out on their own.
"Once the Pill Domain and the Crimson Wind Palace successfully forge an alliance, they will begin attacking the Seven Sects and Twelve Palaces," Situ Xiang stated with certainty.
Although there was some regret, after all, he had merely come to pay respects to the Bodhisattva; seeing or not seeing didn't matter. Knowing from his grandmother that Master Fang was doing well was enough.
However, the old man wasn't in much rush, merely telling He Guan to pass these words on to the other party when Daxiu wasn't busy with the major show.
The black flood dragon roared repeatedly, its maw opening to reveal a flash of purple, before a massive thunderbolt directly bombarded the God of Witchcraft's palm.
Fu Li's hospitalization was a secret kept from everyone for fear of dampening their moods. Chu Linyu busied himself every day running back and forth between Fu Li's illness and company affairs, returning each day with an exhausted face, collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep within minutes.
"Fine, fine, fine, no problem, it's a deal then! But you have to hurry back to Longling City within three days, Master!" Daxiu likewise put forward a demand.
Fearing that she might wake Qingrou, she hurried forward to check the peephole, and only after confirming that the person outside was no evil-doer did she dare unlock the door.
A long trail of blood simply streaked across the sky, appearing within the field of vision of Qian Yuan and the others.
"Wonderful! In that case... my people of Noren... those poor farmers of Shuluo yearning for the miraculous spring water... are all saved... all saved..." Honoris muttered happily to himself.
And if one had to love whoever they fancied, how many wives would Qian Yuan have to marry? Whose sense of fairness would that be?
Xu Yingrui knew that Sun Yunxiao's inquiry stemmed from concern that some matters might be difficult for them to handle, having failed to report them to Sun Yunxiao beforehand and causing him needless worry.
"Pui, pui, pui!" Yan Shuangfei hurriedly reined in her unrealistic imagination and ruthlessly despised herself. How could she... Alas, how humiliating!