Chapter 44: Bonus

"Oh come on, Brother Shang, stop playing such boring games with me. You know Brother Golden Wave is about to arrive, how could I possibly miss welcoming him?" Daler said, standing on her tiptoes to peer out toward the sea.

Seeing that Li Chengzhi had already made up his mind, Li Daqi knew it was useless to persuade him further. Changing the subject with a somewhat unpleasant expression, he said, "Reporting to the Governor! This subordinate acted on his own accord this time, please punish me."

Jiang Xue smiled without really smiling. "Indeed, please go ahead. With us guarding this place, nothing can possibly go wrong." Welcoming the Elven race? I'm afraid the Elven race is probably already right inside your spatial dimension.

On the one hand, he ordered Xiao Derisi to lead the tribal soldiers of the Heqing Army into the Quyechuan area to threaten the Song army's rear flank and delay their westward advance.

"Thank you, Master Xue, for bestowing such a miraculous technique. Mo Jian will never forget this profound act of grace for the rest of his life." Mo Jian knelt and performed the formal expression of gratitude to his teacher. He was well aware that Master Xue would not formally take him in as a disciple, but the reality of receiving such teachings demanded that he offer the courtesy of a disciple in return.

"You had better stay and observe your condition in the hospital for another day. And when you go back, remember to take a cab—don't try to be brave and ride your bike again," Li Bai instructed her.

Hearing Zhao Ling constantly accuse her of doing this wrong, doing that wrong, and ruining Mingxian's reputation, Su Wan's normally enduring patience was finally driven to its breaking point.

Although blocked by buildings, Xue Cheng's spiritual perception clearly observed Muji making his move. In truth, she was quite curious about the methods of the Witch Cultivators; expecting them to use curses and deploy Gu worms, she never imagined such a handsome, striking man would wield a length of black flying silk—wasn't that supposed to be a magical artifact for scholars and painters?

Blue Grass had fastened her seat belt earlier, but during her conversation with Ding Qiu, she had unconsciously unbuckled it again, her sole purpose being to allow herself to breathe a little more comfortably.

Chu Li spoke at an even, measured pace, narrating slowly. The moment he noticed a bewildered expression on my face, he would patiently repeat himself a couple of times.

Similarly, Mo Fan had a feeling that if this ability were used out in the open world, its potency would likely be greatly reduced. Even so, this was still an exceptional lethal move; it did not require holding the enemy in check for long—a single split second was more than enough.

The entire world fell silent. The curses of the visitors from hell, the screams of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and the furious roars of the golden dragon all faded far away from me.

Seeing that the Seventh Princess showed no reaction whatsoever, Meng Chao boldly reached out to touch her wrist, hoping to see if he could feel her pulse.

Chu Ling's gaze swept across his surroundings inch by inch, leaving no stone unturned for any trace of anomaly. To his surprise, however, the area was dead quiet, and he could detect nothing out of the ordinary.

"Let's give Li Hai a quick call first, and drop by to see how the company's renovation is coming along?" Ye Hao said as he whipped out his phone and dialed directly.

Liuyue felt somewhat awkward, but seeing the two of them, it was clear neither was going to change their ways. Relinquishing any further comment, she simply fell in step beside Mo Fan and began flying toward the Tianlin Mountains with all her might.

A blinding golden flame surged over Diao Zhi's fist, radiating a terrifying heat into the air. With a fierce, wind-shattering punch, he blasted straight toward Xiao Yu.

"Damn it!" Li Shaobai arrived in a flash. Just one step further, and he would have been able to capture Xiao Lichen.

On the other side stood Wang Qingxue, her head lowered as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress, desperate to hide the grievances written all over her face.

Having comprehended all the rules of the ancient primordial clans, Chu Ling had now begun to forge a unique path entirely his own. As the Child of the World, ordinary standards of measurement no longer applied to him.

"Oh, come on! Dad! I was just saying it around the house!" Wang Minglan curled her lips, brushing the matter off entirely without a care.

Before the family split up, the people of the Western Courtyard had already made up their minds: they would drive the people of the Eastern Courtyard out and wash their hands of them forever. Yet human greed is boundless; even without giving them a single cent, they still felt that Gu Yan and the others had gotten the better end of the deal by taking over the Eastern Courtyard and that barren mountain, and they constantly schemed to drive the few of them away.

Tonight's meal was exceptionally lavish: cornmeal steamed buns, a large bowl of pork stewed with potatoes, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and a generous bowl of salted pickles.

Her lips moved slightly, yet no words came out. In the end, she simply watched Moyuan's retreating figure in silence and let out a soft, helpless sigh.

Having a scheduled training session today, but desperately craving Thai seafood cuisine, he decisively forged ahead, skipped training altogether, and took Yang Jingjing along to indulge in good food. He had originally thought of calling Song Shiling as well, but remembering Wu Yu's jealous temperament, he thought better of it—better not stir up trouble.

"Hehehe~~ What are you crying for? Being able to come here is your fortune." Wuyangzi put on a sinister voice, glaring fiercely at Lu Ziming.

People were cursing Cheng Qian and Wang Jing, calling them brainless. With such high starting points and such great resources in their careers, why would they voluntarily lower their status to act in television dramas, and web-novel adaptations at that?

The heating in the room was ample, yet it failed to warm the desolate and disappointed hearts of Yang Shuyuan and Yang Jingjing at this moment. Their father's stern expression made Yang Jingjing too terrified to provoke him further. She was terribly frightened; having finally won a shred of maternal affection recently, she had thought she might also earn her father's forgiveness, but she realized too late how naive her thoughts had been.

Old Madam Zhou had always favored her eldest son. Not only did she give half of the family property to the eldest when the household split, but the retirement allowance Ershan gave her later on was also repeatedly taken and handed over to the eldest son's family.

Compared to domestic releases, opening in over four hundred theaters was not a particularly massive scale. However, here in North America, for an R-rated film, it was already considered quite a respectable and prestigious debut.

"Junior Brother Su, please enlighten me." Hu Qiu felt utterly wretched inside. He never imagined he could be so unlucky as to run into Su Jie right in the very first knockout round.