Chapter Ninety: A Visit to Hollywood

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After hearing Wang Xiangsheng’s explanation, Mo Qianxia was even more astonished. Though her thoughts ran wild, a sense of inferiority crept over her. This man was indeed remarkable, but his status made her feel hopeless—she believed she didn’t stand a chance. By nature, she was reserved and never took the initiative.

Lin Moxian was just about to leave when, by coincidence, Chu Qingyang arrived. Though he had always been in the country, he was fond of this restaurant. It was frequented mostly by people from Huaxia, and the dishes leaned towards familiar tastes. Only after arriving did Mo Qianxia realize this was the very restaurant Lin Moxian had mentioned.

As the commander of the Central Group Army, Qin Gengsheng had always led from the front lines. His dedicated armored “Manehound” vehicle bore the designation 01, flanked by two auxiliary vehicles, with the entirety of the First Regiment’s soldiers positioned close by, ready to deploy at any moment.

“I held it in my hand, but the sweat made it so slippery I couldn’t see it clearly, so I just swallowed it,” Hu Shuntang said, clutching his stomach in pain. At that moment, Liu Zhenming reached out and handed him a ‘pill.’

After being scolded by the Lady of Beiyao Palace, Xue Wuming immediately curbed his smile and stood awkwardly behind her, bowing his head. Still, his eyes kept darting in Gu Fan’s direction.

Even though Ji Fa and his party were only at the valley entrance and still far from the giant elephant corps, it could not be said they were entirely safe.

At noon, Zhang Fan’s father returned with a medicine basket on his back. Upon seeing it, Zhang Fan was almost so frustrated he fainted—his father had managed to gather more herbs in one morning than he could in an entire night, even with the help of his discovery prompts. Clearly, he still lacked experience.

Everyone expected Lin Moxian to lose his temper, but to their shock, the man known for his perpetual icy demeanor actually smiled—a cold smile, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless.

There was one gaze, however, colder than all the rest, like a blade gliding across his face. Zhan Xiu’s heart involuntarily tightened. Glancing around, he realized it was the Grand Chancellor. Their eyes met briefly before the Grand Chancellor looked away.

The aroma of the food on the table was so tantalizing that it made one want to pounce and snatch it for themselves.

Countless people came to pay their respects here every year, so food, raincoats, clean clothes, and rooms were all readily available.

Whether it was the Executive Council settling scores or someone seeking to destroy her, actions targeting her had begun.

Though the reason was unclear, it was evident that Chen Xi’s gaze had fallen on her skirt.

She had come to the capital to agree to a substitute marriage, with the aim of having the Mo family bring her mother back and earning enough for her medical expenses.

When Zhang Yuan finished her final move, she ended with a sweet smile. The audience felt as if, during her song, they had experienced a fleeting yet beautiful romance, becoming completely immersed in her performance.

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The fiefs of King Wu and the six counties of Jiangdong were ripe for the taking. Sun Jian wanted his share, but he was also reluctant to fall out with Yuan Shu. The Sun family was renowned in Jiangdong, but in Yangzhou, Sun Jian could not rule with an iron fist.

Those elixirs were not so easily found; if they were, they wouldn’t have waited so many years before discovering just one.

Indeed, “stunning beyond compare” was Ying Yao’s first and only impression upon seeing Qian Qingxi. The amazement in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by jealousy and resentment.

The speaker was an elderly man with snow-white hair but a spirited demeanor. Ning Qi recognized him as Sheng Xi, the president of the Shanghai Music Association.

The proud and beautiful Tong’er gave a haughty hum as she walked past Fan Jiujin, deliberately stepping hard on his foot.

Xie Jiling was playing on her phone, her composure remarkable—she was not the slightest bit afraid.

“Father, I’m not being unreasonable. I’ve truly awakened a divine martial vein,” Qin Shan said calmly, his expression unchanged.

Qi Baiyang and Emperor Tan were both shocked by the princess’s madness. As a result, Emperor Tan, under the pretense of praying for the Empress Dowager’s health, confined the princess within the royal monastery and entrusted Princess Yunhui to the Empress Dowager’s care.

Though she wanted to, there was no time to greet the marquis—she knelt before the lady of the house, anxiously examining the fainted Qi Pan.

Besides wizards, many alchemy enthusiasts now experimented with all sorts of unusual materials, trying to craft magical items or potions.

Finally, unable to face her mentor out of embarrassment, Duanmu Xiu simply took a leave and returned home.

Zhang Hao’s body was not only as hard as stone, but his strength likely surpassed even Qin Tian’s.

Qin Hu’s steps were swift, his staff spinning once more as he and Wu Mingzheng simultaneously struck at Dong Lan Cang.

Yet Glenn and Joe Hart showed no unusual behavior, nor did they give any hints. Charlotte simply assumed everything was normal.

Thus, before the other party could react, one person had already seized Boss Wu, while another intercepted the iron rod that Yang Zhifeng had instinctively swung.

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Compared to the indolent Manjing, the original host was more determined to ascend to the ranks of the gods, hence her relentless dedication to daily cultivation.

“Go. I don’t want to see you.” Lin Shuyue withdrew her hand coldly and turned her back with a frosty voice.

After the age of eighteen, Jun Mo’s world lost all its vibrant colors, turning into nothing but the black-and-white images of old television sets.

“You could ask me to help you withdraw from the competition,” the Regent murmured indifferently in her ear, his voice intimate, making Princess Routian’s heart pound with a mix of excitement and icy resentment glimmering in her beautiful eyes.

Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow, reaching for the fruit knife on the table. Seeing this, Sean tried to stop her, but she already had the knife in hand.

Though it lasted only an instant, I could feel with painful clarity the blade’s sharpness as it cut his skin, sliced through bone, and blood gushed forth, a vivid red.

My hand gripped Pierre’s hair, the scent that belonged to this man growing ever stronger, filling my senses.

Lu Zihuai snorted, though he thought to himself, “What haven’t I seen of yours? Why would I be afraid to look?” Even if that was in a previous life.

Thinking of how happy Gu Nanmo would be in the future, and how Gu Beiyan would have a blissful family and a perfect career, she felt genuinely happy for them.

Yang Yunfan vividly remembered Zhang Han’s obsession with finding chopsticks—he was surprised to see that even in this world, the habit remained. So he simply nodded, smiled, and found a seat in the auditorium to rest.

Though the Goldens were dissatisfied, they withdrew, leaving only Sisyphus, Reijer, and a few others inside the Papal Hall.

They each had three chances to call for help. If they exceeded that, they would be deemed to have lost the competition.

He Chen Guang had to admit, with so many “red roses” in the army, Leng Yunfeng still had the courage to make a move. If it were him, he wouldn’t dare.