Heartbeat

After a moment of hesitation, Shui Lu walked over, leaned onto the bed, and started watching the movie together with Xu Wei.

Finiya noticed that quite a few people had already gathered beneath the stone pillars, some even sitting directly on the ground to listen in a relaxed manner.

Ordinarily, with his Light magic, he could easily have amassed a fortune by casually curing the wealthy. Yet, this old man was fiercely stubborn; he refused to trade the Holy Light for money, preferring instead to treat commoners in exchange for a meager amount of food, or even to resort to manual labor just to earn a bite to eat.

As a director with people, money, and his own company, Wang Wei had the luxury of starting over, but Xu Fan did not possess the capital for a do-over.

Although these chaotic beings posed a certain hazard to the Primordial World, their inclusion would also increase the diversity of life within it, playing a positive role in perfecting the realm.

After enduring a few days of mental torture, Ye Zhaoquan sought out Yu Bai and explained the situation to him, hoping that Yu Bai could stay by her side as much as possible.

However, Ji Zisheng had no such leisure on his mind. His gaze swept across every corner of the venue, terrified of missing a single spot.

Xu Wei muttered inwardly to himself, wondering how he could be so utterly unlucky as to be cornered the moment he stepped through the door.

Ever since Harvey had left her side for Wintercrest, her workload had noticeably increased. Fortunately, all the chamber of commerce's ventures were running smoothly, especially the Western Continent channels opened up through the gramophones and the new types of paper, which had propelled the chamber's recent revenues to a whole new level.

Xu Fan twitched the corner of his mouth. Although he understood this was meant as a kind reminder, he still felt a prickle of annoyance in his heart.

"Prime Minister!" Tang Yulong did not know what he ought to say, nor whether his actions this time were right or wrong.

Mu Yuanjin had grievances he could not voice. Even at this juncture, he was still unable to truly command this army, and could only rely on draconian military law and lavish rewards to maintain his position.

Liu Hua nodded. She then sat down nearby, though she did not leave the set; instead, she held her teacup and quietly reviewed the script to pass the time.

"The Nine-Turn Golden Body Formula: neither body nor formula, a formula yet not a formula, decisive when to decide, once the Golden Body appears, the Asura perishes." Long Wuming muttered to himself, a look of growing puzzlement on his face as he pondered the true meaning of those words.

For such a powerful and iron-fisted figure to condescend to travel to Hokkaido in person to execute the acquisition plan for the Fortune Garden was simply mind-boggling.

Xiao Pojun wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes holding nothing save for towering, boundless fighting spirit.

Just as Ren Guanyun and Master Jiaoxhe made their move, the calm surface of the lake suddenly changed again. The Eighty-Nine Water Whirlpool Formation was triggered once more, and the turbulent waters on the lake began to churn again, this time with even greater momentum.

"Sulen, are you really alright?" This was the matter that weighed most heavily on my mind. From the moment I set off after receiving Li Kang's plea for help, this endless anxiety had lodged itself firmly in my heart.

In truth, he knew Liu Junhao was not deceiving him; he simply could not fathom why the exact same eels would turn out so drastically different just because they were raised by different people.

Fearing that these creatures might freeze, Liu Junhao had specifically gone to the riverbanks a few days earlier to cut plenty of reeds and pile them up in the woods, ensuring they would at least have a place to shelter when the cold snap arrived.

"Our next step should be heading this way." Min Nuan looked up at the sky to verify the direction, and pointed toward the northwest.

All around stretched rivers of blood, filled entirely with viscous gore that exuded a thick, bloody stench, with faint outlines of floating bones—a truly terrifying sight.

Old Tangtou's physical condition was indeed poor; likely due to excessive worry and toil, his foundation had long since been hollowed out.

Tian Ye thought to himself that he wasn't fond of just any child. Perhaps there really was something a bit less than satisfactory about the Zhu family's bloodline.

What was even more depressing was that this Young Master Gong appeared gentle and amiable, yet his methods were ruthlessly decisive. In a very short span of time, the Gong Corporation had become his sole domain.

There were many others just like him, such as the four great guardians, who were utterly unwilling to see the Mist Sea Grand Formation broken so easily.

At the same time, the man in the tuxedo thought to himself: If we are talking about talent, I'm afraid the Headmaster himself is the most terrifying of all.

Tang Cheng had half a mind to keep it a secret, but Grandma Tang had no such intention. Holding the opposite view, she felt that Old Tangtou falling ill this time was just right... as it provided an opportunity to use this chance to reconcile Fifth Brother Tang with his other brothers.

"Very well." Shen Qi unleashed his ultimate move, deploying hand speed akin to lightning to finish the final steps of the proof on the blackboard.

"Look at you," Diao Lang thought to himself, wondering what was wrong with Huamei. Not only was she flustered in her speech, but how could she mistake a person's identity? And to top it off, she had gone and frightened Sha Manhua—did she not know that the other girl had a delicate constitution and could not compare to someone crude and sturdy like herself?

An area wreathed in gray smoke and severely damaged everywhere, with residual traces of blood and the terrifying aftermath of battle lingering at every turn.

The Tyrannosaurus was furious. Under normal circumstances, he would have long since kicked this old fellow right in the face with his paralyzed leg, but now, fallen tigers were bullied by dogs, and he had no choice but to swallow his pride and swallow this insult.

Realizing that Ji Chengzhen—(Ji Moduan)—was not speaking, Ning Lengzhi on the other end of the line felt even more panicked. "Ji Moduan, you... you..." Her voice even began to carry a sob.

Yet this time, just as before, before the attack could land, Zhang Yang had already materialized in a completely different position, resulting in the attack missing entirely.

From this point onward, the name of the Sacred Son of Frost Dragon would likely echo across various middle thousand worlds, passing down in legend for all eternity.

Ji Moduan was gazing intently at Ning Lengzhi's sleeping face when he suddenly felt the vibration of his phone resting on the table outside. He gently stroked Ning Lengzhi's cheek, then turned and walked away.