29 The Twenty-Ninth Iron Pillar

Gao Qing nodded; he was indeed burning to know who had managed to get ahead of him. This golden opportunity was supposed to be his, yet someone had snatched it away first—how could he not be furious?

Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, Qi Yue casually tossed his phone into a trash bin and quickly got into his car.

"If that’s the case, what happens to those who aren’t afraid of the snakes?" Chu Ying asked, clearly curious about the fate of those people after hearing my explanation.

Ye Yaotiao set the bowl aside and grabbed a cushion, placing it behind Han Shaoxun. He remained motionless, half-leaning against it with a vacant expression. He stared at the bowl in Lin Zhouzhou’s hands for two seconds before looking away.

The bodyguard’s announcement startled Fang Biao so much he nearly choked on his water; he hurriedly wrapped himself in a bath towel and climbed out of the pool.

But now, it seemed Meng Qi had to find Jim Taback and Wally Taback. Only they could elevate his badge permissions.

A motorcade on the road should have been a magnificent sight, but this particular convoy felt almost comical.

He had even considered increasing his initial offer—for instance, signing him for ten years with a million dollars.

Since the goal of their visit to Dalang Village had been accomplished, the group didn’t linger. After politely declining the village's request for them to stay longer, they boarded a helicopter and headed back to the capital.

Han Shaoxun was suffering in silence. With his parents hovering around all day, he couldn't even whisper sweet nothings to Ye Yaotiao. Though he was usually thick-skinned, the moment he saw his father’s stern expression, those words simply wouldn’t come out. He felt as if he had shot himself in the foot.

"Asshole! Stop letting your imagination run wild! I only asked for your help because I couldn't undo the clasp of my bra myself," An Yujia said, her lovely face flushed with embarrassment as she couldn't help but frown.

"I wonder, does this count as a work-related injury? Can I get paid leave?" Lu Feifei mused, her wit as sharp as ever.

Forget it, it was better to keep some distance. The production team didn't need Li Feng to escort them, and since the hotel had sent a business van, Li Feng decided to just wait a while longer at the airport.

Wan Qing looked at everything before her in panic, her divine consciousness pouring out to scan Fengqi Wutong inside and out.

Brett Ratner began his career as an MV director. Logically, he wouldn't be well-suited to direct such a theatrical film. Simon had handed the project to him with high expectations, hoping that by working on a film with diverse stylistic elements, Ratner could shed some of the bad habits common to directors who started in music videos.

She spoke with great seriousness. I reached out blindly, and sure enough, there was something in front of me to grab. I gripped it tightly and crouched on the ground.

"The Heavenly Dao Level Soul-Nourishing Liquid is a Dao-realm elixir. After absorbing it, you can instantly possess the powerful soul of a Heavenly Dao realm practitioner!" the system declared.

The grand plan was to use Bian Lingcheng, an outlier within the Tang army, to feign weakness and lure the enemy deep into a trap, ultimately catching them like turtles in a jar. The final piece of the plan was that very capture—a sudden attack launched tonight to strike directly at Li Heng.

Rong Beilan hadn't expected the girl to be so bold. He was momentarily surprised, but the moment he felt the soft touch of her lips, he seized the initiative and deepened the kiss.

Otherwise, how could so many stalls have been set up? It was as lively as a temple fair. With the elderly from the surrounding villages coming to listen to the operas, there were at least three thousand people at the entrance of Lijiapo Village.

"No problem!" the cameraman said, unfazed. Being laymen, they didn't understand the nuances, but he was secretly overjoyed.

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The stone door that had just slammed shut was cracked by Chu Nantian’s sheer force. As for Kong Hai’s father, though his martial arts were no less than Chu Nantian’s, the tendons in both his legs had been severed. Furthermore, when Kong Hai fled, he chose not to turn and fight, but instead destroyed the mechanism to buy his son more time to escape.

No wonder he thought it strange—if these people wanted to make money, why weren't they going inside? And why were they so lazy? It turned out they were merely scouts and sentries.

Du Youjia, held in Kim Taeyeon's embrace, felt less agitated than before. For some reason, her heart was pounding, her face had flushed bright red, and she didn't know where to put her hands. It felt strange, but... it wasn't bad.

However, she had guessed wrong. What Gu Nan wanted to do didn't require her cooperation; it only required... her divine blood.

Clutching her guitar, Du Youjia sang the final lines with a sob. She could no longer suppress her emotions. Father, I’ve grown up. Can you see me?

The two of them, having hardly spoken, fell into a stalemate again. Kim Taeyeon and Du Youjia didn't know what to say. "Are you free tomorrow?" Du Youjia asked.

The next Space-Time Game was about to begin, and he had to be prepared. If his body couldn't withstand it and he passed out, wouldn't that just terrify them?

He had thought that after the lesson he’d taught Bai Ruize of the Demon-Slaying Clan last time, he wouldn't run into any more followers.

When Tang Yuanxiao returned, he brought the sweater with him. He hadn't been able to bring himself to wear it while traveling on the train and on the road, but just before entering Xinghua Village, he thought about it and finally put it on.

These two were siblings, and both were managers at the Saint Monarch Hall. Their appearances were remarkably similar; anyone could tell they were twins.

Mu Hua’s eyes were hazy. She was well aware of her father’s abysmal military leadership. In her previous life, she had understood that letting her father lead an army into battle was equivalent to handing victories to the enemy. Her father could always manage to get his own side killed in the shortest possible time—though, of course, he never survived either.