Volume One, Chapter 27: News from the Factory

The next day proceeded as usual, except today Yue Yi prepared six lunchboxes and took the children to school together.

As for the person hosting at Wushuang City, since a burning incense stick’s worth of preparation time was granted, they had likely anticipated all this long ago.

Yet, while she struggled fiercely in her heart, fearing the denial that might slip from his lips, the presence of the production company, producer, director, and screenwriter naturally formed the basic shape of a premiere.

The bonded beast: on the same level as its master, sharing life force and magical power. Therefore, the bonded beast must be of the same magical attribute as its owner.

Why not collect some interest from them first? If they continue to send money later, it surely won’t be just a little; if it’s less, they would feel as though they were lowering their own worth.

“That’s right!” Jian Quan was not sure where his confidence came from, but he always harbored hope within himself. Even when facing the strongest in the world, he maintained his original faith.

Turning to look at the sincere Zhang Yao, Yun Moyu suddenly found herself feeling unfamiliar with him. Gradually, her gaze grew distant, her whole body weakened, and his face seemed to draw ever closer.

“Sister, pinch me—am I dreaming?” Luo Tianyi stared blankly at the sky.

Though this player was angry, he dared not act out; here, his life and death depended on a single word.

Lu Jianting tugged at his collar, cold sweat streaming down his back. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths before leaving the office.

Lin Haocang pressed his fingers together, signaling everyone to quiet down. Honestly, the general trend of the Hengsheng Index was already far beyond Lin Haocang’s control.

Beside him, Jiang Chengping and Gu Xueyu still stared at Zhang Bei in bewilderment, their minds yet to catch up.

If Heng Kong Misaki was willing to cooperate with Zhuo Lefeng, honesty was essential; otherwise, Zhuo Lefeng’s openness would be meaningless.

“You’ve cast a curse!” Chen Yun, having never dwelled in the secular world but always cultivated within the realm of immortals, found many worldly matters astonishing beyond belief.

No matter how harsh his curses, they were useless now; Fu Sheng had already arrived in Shen City with his team.

“You decide on this matter yourself; after all, Xu Haishui is not at fault,” the commander said.

Ten minutes later, Wu Dongyue and the old master had just reached the gate of Courtyard No. 5 when a taxi pulled up as well.

“Remember, if you want to serve His Highness, first learn to keep your curiosity obediently tucked away. Don’t ask, just do,” Yun Rong said seriously.

Though Lin Yuanyuan was not allowed to speak, Lin Chaonan’s words were plentiful, discussing hospital work, this year’s professional exams, and subtly hinting to Li Lufei to study theoretical knowledge diligently and strive for a spot in the exams.

Looking back, the so-called ruthless killing of bandits was likely just an excuse to conceal his true nature as a murderous fiend.

“What exactly happened to Xiru? Why did she lose hope? Did you say something later that upset her?” Yang Shizhong asked after getting into the car.

Yang Ruoli was slightly moved, tears welling in her eyes, but she did not want to show it and quietly picked up a bun to eat.

Warm breath brushed her face; the man ultimately did not kiss her but maintained the same distance and gently agreed.

Feng Junyang long knew she was no longer his elder sister, but he thought she was at least wise. He never imagined she could be so foolish as to use palace intrigue tactics to vie for favor. This time, he didn’t even speak, merely cast a mocking glance at Empress Dowager Feng and then turned away to leave the hall.

Only then did Luo Xuan suddenly realize—when in the mortal world, Qin Tong had once mentioned his origins: born amidst the mighty thunder atop Mount Kunlun, descending like a deity from the heavens. The name was well deserved; indeed, he was a true god who had come down from the divine realm above the 107th day of Kunren.

“Ao, how did the conversation with Shimin go? Has she agreed to divorce?” Xiru asked with a faint smile.

The perceptive Pian’an could not help but notice the faint worry and anxiety that flickered across the emperor’s face the moment he entered. Understanding the gravity, Pian’an dared not keep the emperor waiting any longer at this critical time.

Lin Feng activated the novice thief skill, Quick Step, increasing his speed by 5%, and rushed toward the pit. This was a level-one, non-upgradable skill granted at the thief’s birth. Though not as swift as Gale Step, it was still a rare advantage for a new thief.

When I finished making breakfast, Jiang Ciyun woke up. He checked the time and said he had arranged with the school to take her to kindergarten today.

“I’m recruiting you into the guild so you won’t have to run to the guild office later,” Su Ran said. The guild leader had the authority to recruit any player without requiring them to apply in person, making it very convenient.

Tian Ci was naturally willing; he also wanted to see what Ping Shi and the others were eating. The five then headed straight to the cafeteria.

However, thinking of that last awkward moment with Lin Feng, Wu Xiaomeng’s face instantly flushed. It was so embarrassing that she lowered her head, unable to look at Lin Feng.

The withered, black-brown branches began to grow again slowly. A streak of life-green spread rapidly, and before long, the plants on the windowsill were vibrant and full of life once more.

When that time came, the dark energy within Gu Yi would erupt completely; Patch and Orianna would surely not survive.

When Xu Chenxi sent people to find him, he saw someone push open the door and a flicker of panic crossed his face. “Sorry, I’m just a passing vagabond. I’ll leave immediately.” He deliberately lowered his voice, feigning weariness, unwilling to let anyone know he was the resurrected powerful minister.

Crystal-clear water flowed from her fingertips like a handful of stars, continuously spilling into the water below, shimmering with pure, pristine starlight.

Hearing the soldiers’ shouts, Apogest and most of the troops instinctively thought the reinforcements were from the Xiongnu. The last bit of color drained from their faces, replaced by the pale hopelessness of despair.