Chapter 49 There is a Reason Behind It

At this moment, Zhang Xiaorui's leisurely voice came from the phone: "Hide for a bit first, don't scare them so much that they wouldn't even dare to enter the room."

Upon hearing this, Xiaohua let out a cold snort immediately.

A puff of black gas escaped from her nostrils. This master of hers was truly something else; she spoke one way when she needed you, and showed an entirely different attitude when she didn't. Xiaohua had a strong urge to question this inhuman little master: You are really a dog, how could you treat your own pet, Lord Xiaohua—

Unable to resist the personal pleas of 20th Century Fox's CEO and Cameron who came to his door, another fifty million US dollars were invested.

Passing by many recessed rooms along the sides, some were blocked off by wire mesh. These undoubtedly contained props rigged with mechanisms—the kind that would suddenly lunge at you the moment they sensed you approaching, with the wire mesh serving a protective purpose.

Not just Zhao Mu, Director Zhang directly summoned all the performing guests of the music group and laid down the rules for this year's Spring Festival Gala.

A strong arm suddenly yanked Gu Ling'er over, one arm pinning her hands and the other pinning her legs, as he rolled sideways to press down on top of her.

Squatting down, I looked at Situ Yu. He still retained a trace of consciousness, and his gaze was filled with venom as he stared right at me.

The distance from Xishi to the capital wasn't very far, only about six hundred kilometers, so we arrived in the capital by midday. The car drove straight to the foot of Lishan Mountain.

Therefore, thinking it through all the way here, I figured it must have been the work of the Li family. They wanted to crush me in one fell swoop, but since they were also involved, I couldn't understand why they would do such a thing.

"Fatty Fang, get some money tonight, the more the better." He set his sights on Fang Bianmian.

Gu Ling'er quickly got out of bed and, with the speed of a special forces soldier, finished washing up, brushing her teeth, and folding her quilt within five minutes. Then, picking up the promotional flyers she had prepared last night, she rushed out the door.

Seeing the bus driving over, he hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette and waved at Li Jianan as she stepped down from the vehicle.

This was a large room of about two to three hundred square meters. Upon entering, one could see various utensils that had once appeared on sacrificial altars neatly arranged on shelves.

Li Chang's official rank could not be considered high, but being stationed at the Imperial Academy made him valuable to certain people who wished to curry favor.

As for Shen Congxin, she was sitting on the hospital bed with an extremely pale complexion, her lips trembling slightly, and her overall physical condition was abysmal.

Even if some people truly deserved severe punishment, executing them in private by Qin Wan's hand would still provoke the dissatisfaction of the common people.

"Young Master Yang, I'm truly sorry. Your injuries are too severe, and there's nothing we can do; they really can't be reattached," the middle-aged doctor said apologetically.

"And you are my third trial, aren't you?" Xu Sansheng said, looking at his own reflection before him.

This girl should have been preparing to throw herself into my arms, but since I had just called Gu Man, I instinctively wanted to keep my distance from others; otherwise, I would always feel like a fickle playboy.

Waves of coldness radiated from Chen Feng's body, scaring Zhao Yunmin so much that she didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

Xu Sansheng still knew how such jade stones were used; he was not so utterly ignorant regarding the world of cultivators.

"Fatty Brother, you can't do this. You promised to marry Fat Girl to me," the skinny man said anxiously upon hearing this.

Chen Tianjun rushed over overnight and had already mobilized every available resource to search for Zhao Jie's whereabouts.

"Grandpa, Dad, good morning." Chen Tianjun smiled faintly without looking at them again, walking straight into the kitchen. The head chef in the kitchen hastily bowed respectfully and called out, "Young Master."

I saw Patch, who had been sitting upright in his chair, suddenly straighten his back further, parting his lips slightly as his chest heaved, and he spat out a thick, turbid, pitch-black breath.

Tianci nodded and immediately picked up his chopsticks. Honestly speaking, Tang Yan's culinary skills had improved quite a bit, and Tianci was extremely satisfied with the meal.