Chapter 161: The Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Upon hearing my words, the guy they called Brother San burst into a wild, hysterical laugh. His layers of fat rippled with each convulsion, a sight so repulsive it turned my stomach; he acted as if I had just told the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Hearing the server-wide announcement, Tong Tian smiled slightly; it was the perfect opportunity to test his current strength.

Now that the two had become betrothed, with the wedding set for three years later, one could only imagine how many hearts were shattered in an instant. The fury of those people would undoubtedly be directed entirely at Luo Hao.

If they wanted to follow, let them follow. But if they were truly foolish enough to strike, Dian Feng would show no mercy.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoran smiled and said, "Since you’re here, sit down," as he patted the sofa beside him.

Suddenly, the leader of the Water Butchers felt a flash of golden light in his eyes, and he caught a glimpse of something hidden within the spiritual glow behind him.

The moment Su Qing vanished from his sight, Chen Xiaoran dispersed his spiritual sense. Once his conversation with Baobao concluded, his consciousness, spread out like a dense spiderweb, had already blanketed half of the Bai family estate. Su Qing’s location was pinpointed by Chen Xiaoran in an instant.

"What? There are that many people?" Bing Yu was stunned, her jaw dropping in disbelief.

Chen Xiaoran did not go to find Zhou Xiaolian immediately; instead, he headed straight back to the building where he was staying.

At my words, a smile crept across the face of the Demon Shadow. He licked his lips, slowly drew the samurai sword hidden on his person, bared his teeth in a grin, and raised the blade.

"Can you find Natasha? I'm worried about her safety, and I feel that my destiny has arrived," Nero said, snuggled in Xiao Yao’s arms.

Cai Xuhao gritted his teeth. He knew what Feng Wei was going to ask, but he couldn't tell the truth. If he did, his fate would surely be far worse than just being stripped of his clothes.

As time passed, even without Tang Ying having to say anything, Ji Lixing rarely smoked or drank in her presence.

"He’s just a child." Yun Bing’s beautiful phoenix eyes clouded with tears as she looked out the window, unwilling to let others see her vulnerability.

Putting everything else aside, the spare clothes necessary for a trip alone were enough for them to change into a fresh set every day. There was no need to wash them in local inns, nor would they face the prospect of putting on dust-caked, grime-stained garments from the day before.

Ji Kun was filled with unease, but ignoring the danger, he waded through the shallow waters of the marshland toward the firelight, though it took him two hours to reach the spot.

Commanding generals like Rao Geng and Su Xingzhou possessed a more direct mindset and iron wills. With Danyang under attack and it being clear that Yueyang was not colluding with the Anyang Palace, and given that Han Qian only had three thousand weary, weak soldiers, they naturally insisted on mobilizing troops immediately to strike back and eliminate the threat from the south.

"What a vixen!" Chen Tianxiu cursed under his breath, rushing outside to scoop up a ladle of cold water and douse himself with it.

The dragon and the tiger were both forced back a few steps by the powerful blast of energy, and in the center where the giant cocoon had been, a massive figure now stood.

Murong Che pulled a red cord from his neckline, at the end of which hung a piece of exquisite mutton-fat jade—a token she had given him back in Rouran when she called him her Imperial Consort.

It was wonderful to have such a good friend; it was wonderful to be able to see this best friend of hers once again.

"Condensed Lotus Pill? It’s already late autumn; even the palace doesn’t have such things anymore. How could a pharmacy outside still be selling them?" Consort An asked, feeling quite curious.

On the other hand, it was naturally because they themselves were not skilled in such arts requiring delicate control. There was no doubt about this; after all, if one were truly a master of the ghostly arts, there would be no reason to sever one’s own arms just to imitate these people and fight for one's life with a blade.

Tang Zhong almost cried out as a flood of memories surged through his mind. He would never forget what this garment was.

The title sponsor was Maserati, which linked itself to equestrianism, holding tours around the world. On one hand, it built an image of traditional luxury; on the other, it increased their influence. Maserati’s business had been excellent for years, and the Quattroporte series had long been the royal choice, enjoying a prestigious reputation.

Hubi immediately hopped into the car, biting tightly onto Chen Hu’s left foot. With the two different species having departed the camp, Chen Hu opened his task list to take a look.

One could not ride a horse into the arena to practice, but the rider could walk the course, carefully memorizing the route and the distance between each obstacle, then deciding based on the actual situation how many strides the horse should take during the competition. One could not take too many or too few; it had to be just right, and the route had to be exact.

Often, we endure torment because the person who torments us once loved us, and often we are willing to wait, not because we are certain of a satisfying result, but because... the love still remains.