Chapter 87: Really? You Can't Be Lying to Me

“Welcome!”
A beautiful woman dressed in a blue and white porcelain cheongsam greeted him respectfully and led him to the lounge area.
The seats were all made of huanghuali antique furniture. The woman didn’t ask him why he was there, but instead demonstrated her tea-making skills.
An old man wearing a single-lens monocle, sporting a goatee, and dressed in a dark red Tang suit emerged from the inner room.
He glanced around...
Bei Ming Hanxuan looked at Murong Qingran’s expression and could only smile helplessly, shaking his head without saying another word.
Lei Dachui nodded; he had already noticed that the bottle contained strong white liquor, and just a few sips would be enough to feel its power.
The young man looked utterly ordinary, even his clothing was extremely cheap—the kind of person one could see anywhere in the sprawling city.
The color was as warm as jade, and when touched, there was a gentle, mellow texture—holding it in one’s hand felt extremely comfortable.
Bai Feifei was stunned for a moment. When she saw Tang Luo enter from outside, her expression grew cold again.
Waving her hand, she resumed testing out other weapons. Having learned from her earlier mistakes, Long Ci no longer dared to act rashly. When she climbed into the tank, she aimed at the distant target and fired. As it turned out, the handling, the explosion, and even the aiming method were just as realistic as in actual combat.
At this moment, Lou Shenghao sat expressionless in the great hall, holding a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right. Before him were only two dishes—one meat, one vegetable—exactly in line with his usual dietary habits.
Ye Zhixing stammered through her answers, her mind haunted by the phrase War Lord Yu had said—“Three men make a play.”
But Sun Yingxiong couldn’t help being startled, gazing at Lin Yu in shock, because what Lin Yu said was not without basis—indeed, those things could hardly be called real ghosts.
“Heh, there’s still a long way to the Ninth Heaven—nothing compared to you and that girl.” Waving his hand, Wang Long replied with a forced smile.
Old Jiang was utterly dumbfounded. He hurriedly knelt again with his son and wife, crying, “The Immortal has come! The Immortal has come!” Chen Yuan and the others quickly rushed to help them up.
Xuan Haoqi and the others were stunned for a moment. Once they realized what the life-saving technique was, they felt relieved. They also understood that if they went along, they would only become a burden to Long Tian in the end. After a round of earnest instructions, Long Tian bade farewell to Xuan Haoqi and the rest, heading to where Zhu Yalan lived.
Although he deeply respected Billy’s pursuit of his dreams and his unwavering heart, Jing Jian still felt a sense of regret. No matter how confident one was, how could anyone withstand the crushing force of an avalanche-like trend?
Just as the word “kill” was uttered, Shangli’s sharp nails slashed across Ke Yong’s neck. Accompanied by a tragic sound, Ke Yong was sent back to the city’s resurrection point.
Chen Feng could only continue his wild and chaotic thoughts to suppress the anxiety that arose in his heart after joining the Tianshan Sect.
I’m not sure if it’s because I adapt quickly, but after completing the first scene, the number of retakes gradually decreased. Sometimes, I even got it in one take, without needing a second.
Youluo glanced at Muzi, raising his hand slightly. At that moment, he felt his body lose all restraint and start to fall downward.
What he hadn’t expected was that he would instantly become an honored guest at the king’s table—this world truly is full of surprises.
“Not bad. This divine demon possesses royal blood of the demon clan. The Pillfire Domain was created just for him!” Beside him, Elder Dan nodded solemnly, his face grave.
Hu Nuan’s ears echoed with her mother’s words—wait, wasn’t the founder of this technique... dead?
Even if it was a senior from his own family, even if it was the highest official in Tiandu, they probably had no right to speak to that person directly.
He thought that teasing the beauty would at least earn him a reply, if not an apology. At the very least, he expected an explanation.