Chapter 41: The Second Storytelling Session

Lu Mucheng steered the plot back on track as he set up the square backdrop.

"The Wizard Wolf gathered all the wolves in the square, ready to execute his plan, but the King arrived just in time to thwart the Wizard Wolf’s schemes."

Xie Yixing unbuckled the sword from the prince’s back and placed it into the Big Bad Wolf’s paw, holding it high.

"The King defeated the magical Wizard Wolf, and his charisma spread across the land, making him the ultimate hero in the heart of every wolf!"

Jiang Yunyao adjusted...

What Zhuo Yue found strange was that no lava was flowing into the lava lake; while lava was constantly pouring out, the level in the lake never seemed to drop.

"Young Master..." Yuchi Feng hurried over at this moment, but upon seeing the blood and corpses covering the ground, he found himself at a loss for words.

"It is not that we want to give up, but that he is certain to die!" Mr. Hao looked at Zhao Min and said in a deep voice.

The man in black had his body constricted by the golden dragon multiple times, yet he seemed to possess infinite strength; with each struggle, he shattered the dragon’s image into specks of starlight, only for the golden dragon to condense back into form again.

Furthermore, it was clear from where they were standing that the three parties each occupied their own space, seemingly looking at one another with disdain.

But Xu Chao could not shake the feeling that it was not the latter. The question then arose: how would the director of this satellite channel answer? The rest of the media reporters were also waiting for Guo Kai’s response.

Lin Rong was terrified of failing to find Xie Linfeng, so despite knowing it was troublesome for Lin Lingling’s natal family, she swallowed her pride, took the phone, and went to town to call Lin Lingling.

With his back to the direction of the attack, Adrián López first feinted a move to the left by sweeping his left foot over the ball. Alas, his dummy failed to deceive the experienced Pareja. Left with no choice, Adrián López had no option but to pass the ball to the overlapping Arda Turan.

Sometimes, Mien felt his relationship with Samiye was quite subtle. Privately, they were intimate friends, but when it came to the Church, it was not quite a superior-subordinate dynamic; Mien always felt that whenever this was involved, Samiye became very reserved—or, more aptly, very respectful toward Mien.

Griezmann, who was capable of playing multiple positions in the front line, was also causing Schmidt a great headache.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and those things would not appear until at least eleven or twelve; therefore, I needed to rest to restore my vitality.

Murong Qingya looked at the corpse of the Yin Ghost King in disbelief. For some reason, the moment the Yin Ghost King died, the tumultuous emotions in her heart seemed to calm down.

"Huang Miaomiao, where is my sword?" Lin Mumu searched her room inside and out, only to find that the sword she had brought with her was gone.

Although the lyric "No matter how beautiful the dusk, it must eventually turn to night" was excellent, the melody really wasn't very pleasant.

Besides, the hotel manager had come over so solicitously to greet them; was she deaf or blind to pretend not to see it and act so arrogantly?

Zhuang Yuman had managed to grab two items but felt a bit sad; after all, she had her own territory, and if she could have bought a few more, the farmers in her territory would have had tools to work with.

That Hanshui Village was likely the village where the male ghost lived. Ping Mom and Ping Dad going to Hanshui Village this morning must have been to explain things to the in-laws.

Master retreated abruptly, grabbing the two burly men with his left and right hands, and with a sharp turn of his body, he dragged them out of the circle of men in black.

However, her injuries were minor; the others, even those with the best luck, would need to be bedridden for at least half a year to recover.

The vengeful ghost's white-rimmed eyes vibrated rapidly as countless possibilities flashed through his mind, yet none seemed to offer him a chance at survival.

The appearance of the envoy from the Fengwu Kingdom seemed to have damaged the sliver of father-son affection that had just been established between the Sovereign of Xiao and Xiao Yichen. To please his Imperial Father, Xiao Yichen immediately ordered the envoy to bring the treasures to the side hall.