Chapter 55: Lin Qiongqiong Smashes the Camera Live on Air

As the guests stepped into the Lin family living room, the production crew followed closely behind. Several cameramen, having received prior instructions from Director Xu, started filming everywhere the moment they crossed the threshold.

They filmed the interior walls without skim coat, the bare concrete floors without ceramic tiles, the dilapidated tables and chairs, and the simple meals laid out on the table...

One cameraman even walked straight into a bedroom and filmed Lin Zhiming, who was lying in bed wrapped in bandages. He deliberately zoomed in on his wounds and the medicine sitting on the table.

After finishing, he relieved himself comfortably against the campfire. The campfire immediately hissed, and within moments, the flames were completely extinguished, sparking a fierce discussion among the male viewers in the live stream.

"It is indeed this person. Is there something amiss?" Qingshuang asked hurriedly, noticing the look of doubt in King Xi's eyes.

Hearing this, Qingshuang's expression changed. She hurriedly searched inside her collar, and sure enough, the jade pendant that she usually tied around her neck—left behind by her mother all those years ago—was gone.

Achieving inner "unified mindfulness" and fusing one's spiritual will into the congenital internal energy, so that every wispy thread of internal energy carries the martial artist's own will—reaching this breakthrough in quality is known as the late congenital stage.

As a gentle breeze stirred and exotic fragrances drifted, new flesh regenerated over the bloody wound. The pale faces of the two inheritors gradually regained their rosy hue, and they showered Qiulu with expressions of heartfelt gratitude.

It had been a long time since he went street racing, and he was determined to have a blast today! Pressing down on the accelerator, he sped furiously along the highway.

"Do you truly speak of what your own eyes witnessed?" The emperor gazed sternly at Consort Xu, his tone growing increasingly deep and cold.

What horrified Xinhu even more, however, was that Qin Wuyan and Ruan Zhishui were both looking at her with deadpan seriousness, seemingly waiting earnestly for her answer.

"Mr. Song, you certainly love to joke!" Tang Xi did not answer his question directly, instead sneering that he was just playing games.

Looking in puzzlement at Qiye Chenyan as he suddenly stepped back, Okamine Tamue assumed he was about to make a run for it. She immediately took a step forward and grabbed him to eliminate any possibility of escape.

Facing a home stripped bare of possessions and a family full of toxic, obnoxious relatives, it did not matter. Huanxi knew how to farm, manage a household, make a fortune, and raise children. She could tear apart fake lotus-like hypocrites and ruthlessly kick aside scumbags.

Meanwhile, throughout the entire company today, rumors and gossip were flying. Everyone was curious about how such a legendary figure could possibly come to Fengteng and end up as their big boss. All in all, today was destined to be the most unsettled day in the company's history.

Mu Yan knew there were other people on the boat, but they had not shown themselves nor did they intend to disembark. The elderly man and the man in white followed Mu Yan off the ship and approached Mu Lin.

The sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and dusk was settling in. On the streets of Wuzhou, pedestrians were sparse, and households were beginning to light their fires for dinner.

I really didn't mean to do that! I broke out in a silent sweat inwardly, turned around, and headed in the opposite direction.

Furthermore, his previous remarks already carried the intent of a compromise: first provide himself with an excuse to strike, and then launch the attack.

As soon as he opened the door, Louise caught sight of Louise walking down from the upstairs hallway, accompanied by Hiraga Saito.

With a tiger staring right at us, none of us had any inclination to sleep. We simply sat around the campfire and chatted.

Yet, a raging fire burned within Fang Yi's heart. Since Yang Taxing regarded him as nothing more than an ant, he would stomp Yang Taxing beneath his feet and turn him into the ant instead.

As the figure drew closer to Fu Xi, he finally recognized that this was the same youth who had been peering in through the doorway just moments ago.

Zhang Zifan stepped forward to bow in salute. Zhang Zhen's appearance had been entirely too timely; otherwise, they would have been in grave danger today.

Xiang Hao brandished his dragon sword and charged fiercely into battle, knowing that the only way to survive was to fight. There was no retreating even half a step—to retreat meant death, for this was a desperate plight.