Chapter 31: The Studio

The car glided smoothly along the bustling streets. Outside the windows, neon lights flickered, casting a dim glow inside the vehicle.

Gu Yan and I chatted idly, our conversation light and casual, drifting from the latest hit movies to recent company projects. The atmosphere was harmonious and natural.

Suddenly, my phone rang, shattering the quiet. The name "Brother Chicken" flashed on the screen.

My heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

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Wells understood why Meng Xiaohao had come to the United States to play basketball. He also knew that Meng Xiaohao lacked the American obsession with college basketball. Although Meng Xiaohao felt guilty for the team’s elimination due to his poor form and injury, he ultimately had no desire to fight for another year for the sake of a championship.

After a while, the glowing objects drifted directly overhead and began to descend slowly, allowing the two of them to see their true forms clearly.

After asking a security guard for directions, Jiang Hua strode toward the conference room, paying no mind to He Linli, who was struggling to keep up in her high heels.

Jiang Hua heard this remark as well, but he did not respond. He ignored the way everyone was praising and envying Zhao Feng, and he ignored Zhao Feng’s attempts to haggle with Mr. Gu. Instead, he silently reached out and grabbed the old man who was preparing to leave.

Upon hearing Gu Lingjin’s reply, Mo Xiao felt a surge of excitement. She hadn’t expected Gu Lingjin to stand on her side this time; the mere thought of it made her happy.

Time in the flower shop was not synchronized with the mission planes; much like the saying "a day in heaven is a year on earth," a day in a mission plane amounted to only a minute or two in the shop.

The divine doctor, known as Yi Yue, had no intention of taking Mo Xiao as a disciple, insisting only that she address him as "Sir." It was as if he were a teacher at a traditional academy, intending to keep his involvement with Mo Xiao strictly professional.

However, there was no reply in the silence. The night was pitch black, and there was not a single star in the sky.

Sun Xiao’an was not sure if the old man had heard their conversation, but deep down, she truly did not want him to have heard any of it.

"Your property? I only saw you intimidating this stall owner, trying to force him to hand over the ancient tripod at a pittance," Lin Ye said.

When this news spread, the entire Profound Realm erupted. Was a new generation of prodigies about to trigger another massive upheaval?

Two: Between August 25th and November 25th, Mo Xi’s food, clothing, housing, and transportation would all be subject to Yin Ruojun’s arrangements.

"Is that so?" Feng Hao laughed coldly. His figure flickered, darting out like a ghost as a terrifying force erupted instantly.

What was the connection between Yin Ruojun and Mo Xi? Why did their relationship feel so unusual?

The faces of the Benevolent Emperor and Qin Yong suddenly turned pale. Qin Yong had not expected Leng Wuwei to be so blunt.

The hot pot restaurant was crowded. Because Mo Xi, Yin Ruojun, and Peng Yu were all strikingly handsome, they were the type of people who attracted attention wherever they went, so countless gazes were fixed upon them.

Lin Hao no longer had to dodge the bullets beneath him; it meant that Cui Lian had eliminated the threat from below.

Faced with this situation, Princess Rouyun sent envoys to the Great Han once more to negotiate. Frustratingly, however, the officials of the Great Han offered nothing but excuses, and the envoys returned empty-handed. Under these circumstances, Yang Chun captured three more cities, and the atmosphere of surrender within the Northern Wei court grew increasingly palpable.

Twenty minutes—it wasn't actually that long. Tong Tian managed to endure it after dealing with four challengers in one day.

It was truly a coincidence; after finding their seats, they realized they were in the same row, separated only by an aisle.

Seeing that Bu Qianyang was unable to break free to save her, Han Xuerou’s face was filled with despair. She could only watch helplessly as she drew closer and closer to the gaping maw of the other Blazing Fire Blood Bat, awaiting her death.