Volume 1, Chapter 29: I'm Just Stopping By to Visit the Set

Accompanying the scent of Pei Xi’s wormwood incense, Xu Qingning slept through the night without a single dream. When she woke up in the morning, the spot beside her had already lost its warmth. Xu Qingning checked the time: 9:30. Before the disappointment in her heart could even surface, her phone rang. Seeing who was on the screen, she smiled again and happily pressed answer. "Good morning, Mr. Pei."

"Good morning, my lady. Are you up? I’ve had the kitchen keep some food warm for you; you can eat as soon as you’ve freshened up."

"Let me guess, is it steamed buns?"

"You'll know when you go see. Make sure to eat your lunch on time. I have a meeting, so I’ll see you this evening."

"Alright then."

After hanging up, Xu Qingning got up, washed, and went...

Li Zhi'an warned her in advance, terrified that Lin Shiya would let herself go the moment she entered the supermarket, just like she had before. However, the Chinese team's journey would end here. In the first round of the knockout stage, the fourth-place team from Group A, China, faced off against the first-place team from Group B, Greece.

"Warning: Other energy readings detected near the strange machine, Emil," the support unit said, yet the group didn't pause for a moment as they arrived at Emil’s location.

"By the way, there happens to be a dungeon right where we’re heading tomorrow!" the Knight Commander laughed.

But under the Spurs' aggressive defensive rotations, Hayward, who had run to an open spot via an off-ball screen to catch the ball for a three-pointer, was disrupted by the rushing Aldridge.

Zhou Yuqi awkwardly turned his face away; he had been training in the military back then, exposed to the wind and sun—wasn't it natural that he had tanned?

Su Moyue was dozing off at the table when she heard a man’s gentle, warm voice coming from the bed.

It was already the end of the afternoon when Zhou Yijin entered the palace. He hurried straight to Consort Jiang’s Zhaohua Palace.

Mo Ran’s programmed instructions were to spray River Styx water upon the first attack and switch to exorcism spray upon the second.

Seeing him looking at her with amusement and remaining silent, Li Yinxin stopped pretending and unleashed her ultimate weapon: the art of acting spoiled.

Although the production crew had hundreds of staff on the island, the six guests were a number that could be completely ignored.

"Maybe it's because they saw I was there, and they might as well put me to use?" Gu Yanzhou gave a very lethargic, "salted fish" response.

The profit from exporting those two rail-welding machines was even less than the annual profit of the Yangcheng Home Appliance Factory in '88.

He said this while reaching for his sword, intending to hack at Huo Jiuge, his expression twisted and terrifying.

Just then, Song Qingchuan called to say he had arrived downstairs at Mingyue Pavilion, so Qiao Shinian headed down.

Although it was an adaptation, it had to be faithful to the original work while also fitting the theatrical performance format; for a layman like Jinguji Yue, this was no easy task.

The bamboo door pushed open, and a slender figure stepped out. The seemingly ordinary Daoist robe was embroidered with mountains and seas; if one looked closely, the mountains and seas seemed like a realm, with layered clouds and magnificent waves.

Seeing the ticket in Huo Yanche's hand, a feeling surged in the depths of Qiao Shinian's heart—she couldn't tell if it was ridiculous or bitter.

Zhou Yangying was getting anxious. He stood up to make Qiao Shinian believe him, but a figure flashed into the hospital room and blocked his path.

At the foot of Ngyun Mountain, Qin Yue had long since surrounded the mountain with soldiers from Kalan City and prepared a large amount of fuel and hay. It looked like he had the urge to burn the mountain to the ground, though it seemed Qin Yue was waiting for something.

Even so, they were extremely formidable. One must know that alchemy is like cultivation; the higher one goes, the harder it becomes. Some alchemists reach the eighth grade and find it impossible to make further progress.

Lu Fengye grew more and more annoyed. He sat right on the edge of her bed, reached out, and ripped off her quilt, forcing her face toward his. Xia Ran, however, simply didn't want to look at him; the moment he turned her face, she closed her eyes.

After listening to Huang Zhen's explanation, the Vermilion Bird Clan Leader fell into deep thought, silently questioning within his heart.

The fog was quite heavy today, which couldn't help but stir a trace of joy in Lin Yan's heart. Under such thick mist, the Shadow Council must be feeling quite a headache.

Moreover, a puppet capable of carrying a Heroic Spirit is not comparable to an ordinary puppet. The difficulty of crafting a Heroic Spirit puppet is several times that of an ordinary one, and the quality of the puppet has a direct impact on how much strength the Heroic Spirit can exert.

Afterward, Zhao Yaya took out her phone and dialed her mother’s number. Once the call connected, she began asking if anything was wrong.

"Fine, I’ll tell you, but you must swear not to let anyone else know." Qing Ling’s expression became grave as he looked at Ye Yu with a serious face.

Tie Lingting watched the interaction between the two, his heart softening a fraction, yet he still hadn't fully lowered his guard. He couldn't determine why Luo Yu was being so kind to them. There is no such thing as kindness without reason in this world; she must have some ulterior motive to be willing to carry three burdens along.

Every now and then, it would hang upside down from a tree branch, using its claws to snatch fish from the water, appearing to have a grand time.

This broadened his horizons and provided references and shortcuts for refining battle armor and weapons in the future; after all, having someone to guide you and having no guidance at all are two very different things.

Lu Wushuang nodded. Bai Wuxi revealed a devious, excited smile, as if his scheme were about to succeed and Hua Jiaomei would soon be his.

Fang Lusheng pulled Chunlan back to the center of the living room and knelt on the carpet again, waiting in terror for Fang Daxian’s judgment.

The group followed Yu Genshan as he strode into the north room of the backyard. When they reached the doorway of the east room, they were all stunned by the scene before them.

Seeing that the dark-faced man was actually Fang Jiren, Lu Yun was overjoyed. Seeing the newcomer’s formidable martial arts and youth, Zhong Hua and Zhong Qiang were filled with extreme admiration.

Lin Xuan was truly dissatisfied this time. The son of the richest man—that was an identity even more useful than the son of a national president. After all, money equals power, though one might not say power equals money.

The one who said this was an ancestor of the Tian family. At that moment, he frowned slightly. It was just a phoenix-tailed peacock; was it really worth caring about? He wouldn't even want such an ornamental spirit beast if it were gifted to him. Why did Lin Ying value it so much?

She suddenly remembered seeing a patch of wild roses while climbing the mountain last time. They could be used for tea, rose jam, porridge, and cakes, though they would take some time to be ready. Never mind, she’d pick them first! She stored the picked roses in her storage space and headed straight to the dining hall.

He used force to push her away, but unexpectedly, two tears fell onto his face. He looked at her in astonishment, and at that single glance, he instantly gave up his struggle.

Suffocating pain washed over her. Ning Ji knitted his brows as he looked at her; in his expression, besides heartache, guilt, and sadness, there was also deep remorse and self-reproach.