Volume One, Chapter 34: Water Spilled onto the Table

On the central circular dais, resting upon a jade platform, hovered a crystal-clear, crimson fruit. A scorching aura emanated from it, accompanied by a strange, exotic fragrance.

Both screenplay titles were dreadfully dull: one called "The Shape of Water" and the other "Room." Claire had even marked down the production costs he was willing to invest for each film.

The entire crew discussed this at length, unaware that they had just narrowly avoided a potential crisis.

As it turned out, just after lunch yesterday, Luo Fang was clearing the table at home when an uninvited guest arrived.

As the voice faded, a chaotic-colored radiance streaked across the horizon. To the astonishment of everyone present, it descended onto the vast battle arena with a thunderous boom.

Shen Congfei recalled the nature of his own battles, realizing they seemed to rely entirely on the advantages of sneak attacks, and he had nearly suffered a disastrous failure during them.

Rather than letting Luo Jia lord over them under the guise of punishment, it was better to take control of the situation herself.

Seeing death drawing near, Ling Chen broke into a cold sweat, unable to think of any way to escape.

I hurried into the Yue Le Hotel. The receptionist led me to the second floor, and upon entering the Tulip Hall, I saw Han Nianzhi, having removed her coat, smiling and chatting with a man nearby.

Yang Linglan pressed her palm to her forehead, emphasizing once again that she truly loathed underground caverns. Whenever she encountered one, it was never a good sign. She approached the inverted cone-shaped entrance, and a repulsive feeling welled up from the depths of her soul. She knew immediately what was inside. It could be none other than the Demon Race.

"Is the isolation observation room the only path left to take?" Ling Sucheng coughed, interrupting with practiced cooperation.

Yet at this moment, she suddenly felt that while her brother-in-law might not be as powerful as Si Zhengting, he was truly a man.

With the matter having reached this point, the incident was considered temporarily put to rest. To further express her sincerity, Su Jinman, ignoring her own illness, helped finish Mei Rui’s share of the work. By the time the sun set and work ended, her undergarments were soaked through with exhaustion.

This thought had taken root in Yu Qiqi’s mind long ago, so when Xi Mutian asked, she answered almost without a second thought.

Upon learning from Xi Mutian that Jiang Shanshan had been fighting at school, she immediately bought a ticket for the next flight home.

Are these diva fans getting too arrogant? If they were really that formidable, why haven't they even broken through to the New Moon tier yet?

"Drink it, and the matter will be settled!" Liu Tian gestured toward the alchemical potion still sitting on the stand.

Huo Qifeng turned and walked toward Liu Bin. The gymnasium fell silent once more; people were curious about what Huo Qifeng intended to do at such a critical moment. Could it be that he wanted to use this opportunity to strike Liu Bin further?

Just as she touched Huangfu Jing’s hand, he suddenly pulled one hand away to grip her slender wrists, while his other hand reached out to unfasten Jiang Shanshan’s clothes.

"Brother Lin, consider it. Sell this program to our Mango TV station. I’ll call the station head right now; I will absolutely get you a good price, how about that?" Seeing Lin Feng’s calm and composed demeanor, Chen Lang couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Hum!" At that moment, the heavens and earth split open, and a ray of light fell upon Zhu Hong. At this instant, he clearly perceived the existence of the Dao!

Jiang Lu grinned; the so-called "Vertical and Horizontal" mastery of heaven and earth was merely rooted in scientific principles. However, such swordsmanship demanded a massive toll on his energy.

Chen Qiaoen walked into the peach orchard. The fragrance of peach blossoms drifted into her nostrils and flooded her heart, making her want to breathe it in deeply.

Boom! The golden sun transformed from Zhu Hong collided with the Kama. The ship let out a mournful cry, followed by several loud bangs as all the long blades shattered!

Gai Nie would rather wander the pugilistic world with Tianming than return to Ghost Valley, specifically so he would not give the Great Qin a pretext to brand Ghost Valley with the charge of rebellion.

Another assistant went to the kitchen to fetch bowls and chopsticks, curiously asking Sister Xia where she had bought these tomatoes.

The simplest method was to upload the song to the largest music platform in the world, owned by the Mahuateng Group—Koukou Music.

"It seems Military Advisor Shen does not trust me. Look below you!" Shen Luoyan turned her head, half-doubting, to look down. Yun He flicked his sleeves, extended a finger from within, and shot out a beam of light. "Break-Tribulation Finger!" An intensely powerful sword glow erupted from Yun He’s fingertip.

After the two traded several volleys, their wrists reached their limits. Though they appeared fine, their muscles had already been strained.

From the moment the choice of the Jiedushi appeared, everyone had to maintain a structure that did not break the surface order.

Abandoning this path of security meant closing the door to changing one's own destiny.

During the Great Crusade, the Imperium continuously conquered and reclaimed worlds and star systems. Once most of the lost Forge Worlds were recovered, the Imperium, behind Mars's back, signed new pacts and agreements with these worlds, stripping the Adeptus Mechanicus of their autonomy.

Suddenly, a black cloud blew over, the sky darkened instantly, and a few claps of thunder rolled. Wang Baomei was scared out of her wits and dared not continue.

Ruan Jie stood to the side, winking and teasing, "Your shirt is just a bit short; I can see your navel when you dance." She said it brazenly, showing no shame in front of so many people.

Li Xiang turned to look into the distance. Under the gloomy winter sky, the silhouettes of mountain peaks were vaguely visible.

Gu Chengyang was resting his chin in his hands, looking out the window. In the first-year class opposite, some students had already begun moving their belongings. Then, the screen of the phone on his desk lit up, and he tapped it to check. After reading, he slid the phone over, signaling for Xin Yuying to take a look.

A pitch-black arrow streaked rapidly through the air like a bolt of lightning, the immense impact causing the surrounding air to tremble incessantly and emit mournful wails.