Volume One, Chapter 21: What Are You Acting All Whiny For?

"......I don't know how, either." Shen Zhi'en's voice was no louder than a mosquito's hum. Although she had been in the industry for five years, she had never even filmed a kiss scene.

"You've certainly watched enough films to know," the person above her forehead chuckled.

As the past was brought up again, Shen Zhi'en's face grew so hot it felt as if it might explode, and she involuntarily buried her head into the crook of his neck.

The ice dragon, having just returned to human form, looked up and glared at him, then jumped up, grabbed the windowsill, and vaulted inside.

Having escaped the frenzied attacks of the Red-Scaled Python, Xuan Jian was utterly exhausted. His internal energy was nearly depleted; his hair was disheveled, his clothes were in tatters, and he felt a searing pain as if his very organs were on the verge of rupturing.

He dared not think... if he hadn't persuaded the old man to accept their overly daring plan, would Brooke still be alive today?

But this also sowed the seeds of his downfall. Despite several rounds of tax hikes, his shop remained in business with little decline in foot traffic, which is why his shop caught the eye of Shabi.

Seeing this, the one-eyed man's expression shifted instantly. His previously languid, reclining body sprang up, and a terrifying aura surged from him. Layers of energy rolled forth, converging in his right hand to form a hazy, translucent membrane.

"Heh, what are your plans now? I intend to take Rongrong to the human realm!" I said.

Shortly after, because I sneezed during the fight, Feng Xian swept me away with her umbrella, sending me crashing hard against the wall.

Su Can and the others watched from below, equally bewildered, but upon seeing the envious expressions of the crowd, they understood the reason behind it.

Tian Manyue stared at the broken battle-axe, a frenzied light dancing in his eyes. He coveted it deeply; if he could obtain it, he would be truly invincible.

"Wounds caused by liquid excrement cannot be treated with ordinary burn salves. It won't be long before these wounds fester, and even if the victims survive, they will be left crippled!" Yu Wuming revealed the true, horrific nature of the substance.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he turned off the bathroom faucet, walked out of the room, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out the door.

Some impatient cultivators, fearing that the treasures would fall into others' hands, began to violently destroy the passageways.

However, Han Dong and Xiao Zhan, standing to the side, seemed not to notice the stench; both were focused solely on Jiang Feng's remains, searching for any clues.

In the courtyard, the elders and guest officials who stood with the Liao II faction watched him with mocking expressions, their eyes filled with disdain.

Upon hearing the news, Noble Consort Wu dropped the teacup she was holding, the color draining from her face in an instant.

Ruan Jiaojiao arranged for Qi Dong to lead people to collect them from various places, and everyone they gathered was sent to the desolate forest, where He Zong's men took over.

All the disciples who had been tormented by the light pollution bought sunglasses, some even purchasing several pairs, calling them a "necessary precaution."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the rigid expression on Su Yan's face softened slightly. At the same time, when she looked at Yun Qian across from her again, her eyes clearly held a trace of contempt and disdain.

Lionel Richie seemed quite satisfied with having defeated the manager during the debate segment. He tapped his knuckles rhythmically on his knees, smiling as he pressed for an answer.

Ye Linxing was truly exhausted; within two minutes of lying on the bed, he had fallen into a deep sleep, his snoring loud enough to shake the rafters.

"To kill a thousand innocent people—is that not too cruel? Forgive me, but I cannot agree to your terms," I refused.

In truth, he knew full well that if Lin Ming did not appear by noon, he would undoubtedly face death. Xiaoyaozi was not a man who spoke empty words.