The press conference for "Magic Phone" was an absolute success.
The attending journalists asked questions that stopped right at the proper boundaries, avoiding anything too tricky, bizarre, or hurtful.
That made sense, after all, because "Magic Phone" was a project spearheaded by CCTV itself.
For other dramas, reporters might chase sensational headlines all they liked, but when it came to a CCTV project, everyone behaved themselves.
Wang Yu now had plenty of time on his hands, and with charcoal available, he could easily get a campfire going. There was no need to risk a parasite infection by eating raw meat.
The mere thought of Jingyu—someone as pure and radiant as a white moonlight—about to don armor and head into battle to slay enemies filled Lin Ning with unstoppable worry.
The gatekeeper at the Lin residence lacked experience, too. After all, this was the family's very first banquet, and the guests were all high-ranking officials and nobles whom they dared not offend in the slightest. Consequently, whenever attendees simply claimed they had forgotten their invitations, the gatekeeper let them right in.
Actually, Yu Xiaohui and Moli didn't have to go, but since Guo Mengyao insisted, they still chose to go along.
The live stream chat had already turned pitch black with a dense sea of comments; the viewers had waited until this exact moment for this very reason.
It had silently dragged her across time from the twenty-first century. Even though the Gu family was in ruins, their life exceptionally impoverished, with a cowardly mother, a paralyzed father of many years, and a young, ignorant younger brother who needed looking after, Gu Ling'er had never uttered a single word of complaint against the heavens.
If he got very lucky over these seven days, losing five points of luck would simply mean returning to normal levels, having no real impact on him.
Now he had found a way to deliver his compatriots from suffering, yet this method was far too grand and far too difficult. Less than a year of short-term study was simply not enough to master it.
Ever since parting ways at the hotel, Qin Changge had taken Zhao Wan'er into his own car with Hei Zi driving in front. In the back seat of the Maybach, Qin Changge was just about to close his eyes and rest.
Seeing that Wu Mengting was about to crash into Chen Feng, Chen Feng hastily reached out with a pull and blocked her path.
"Ancestor Number One of Heaven, scout the right flank," came Dongfang Qi's icy command from the darkness.
Footsteps echoed up the winding stone stairs. Tamu followed closely behind the old man, looking at the withered, thin back ahead with a hint of worry.
At this moment, Luo Chen felt the exact same sensation, while the Black Prison Halberd within his soul manor leaped violently, as if summoned by some kind of power trying to tear it away.
Moreover, his entire body was blasted to smithereens by the immense force, shattering like an exploding watermelon. The massive impact pulverized the scattered flesh and blood in the air into fine dust, reducing it to nothingness.
Having no other choice, Zhang Yunshan had no choice but to take Li Meixian and Xue'er to the Meng residence. However, the Meng family guards refused to believe their words, and it took a great deal of persuasion before they were finally allowed to see the head of the Meng family, Meng Duanhun.
A man with a massive frog head, clearly having transformed his appearance, walked up to Chen Yuan.
"I never expected Shisan to actually choose the Life and Death Arena," Liu Qing said to Dongling, though inwardly he was secretly delighted.
The wizards of the Black Coffer organization felt as though they had just swallowed flies; they desperately wanted to rush onto the stage and shout "cut" to Earl, urging him to snap out of his act and quit while he was ahead.
The light entity shifted violently, trying to sever its connection with this planet in order to evade the attack. Suddenly, a surge of power erupted from deep within the earth, seizing her like an invisible, giant hand and making it impossible to break free by even a fraction. Even the descending Bailing was knocked flying in the face of this instantaneous power.
"Could the wager Brother Xiejian wishes to make be a pact of ten swords? If I lose, the entire Dark Night Immortal Sect will withdraw from the contention for this psychic behemoth, and if I win, Brother Xiejian will withdraw from the contention entirely," Feng Xing said with a half-smile.