Volume 1, Chapter 52: Yun'er, I Regret It

Time passed quickly, and spring slipped away in the blink of an eye.

This report featured numerous photographs, ranging from the initial shots of Lambo and his assistant waiting in line outside the theater, to subsequent pictures of him laughing heartily while watching the show inside, and even concluding with photos of them leaving after the performance ended.

The first to object was Yun Qingxue. Since she was the one poisoned, she could not in good conscience sit back and watch everyone else exhaust themselves running around for her while she simply waited to reap the rewards. Consequently, she demanded to accompany the Holy Lord of Purple Melody into the Floral Wood Clan to steal the medicine.

That made sense. The United States, which relied excessively on modern technology, did not intercept intelligence directed at Tian Tian's exclusive communication system.

On the contrary, Grandpa Tian and Zhao Cangran went out together every day, while Chen Shu was busy with who knows what, disappearing all day long; however, he would return to help out when the bar opened at night.

In order to perform these three scenes well, he had held nothing back and put in every ounce of his effort. He was utterly exhausted now, but fortunately it was noon, allowing him a brief moment to rest.

In truth, as He Xiangdong lay in bed that night, he had been wishing for a crosstalk script to magically fall from the sky. Then, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, centering entirely around the concept of someone gluttonous, lazy, and daydreaming all day long.

In just ten short minutes, countless thoughts had already flashed through my mind, piecing together various possibilities until my mouth was dry and I was drenched in sweat.

"Traitor! How dare you!" shouted the higher-up who had spoken more frequently earlier. With a sudden movement, he lunged toward the man, while behind the second figure, a dharma manifestation appeared, overawing everyone present.

That meant there had to be other crucial factors contributing to the transformation into the Hulk—some unknown element, not gamma rays, but an undiscovered power within the Hulk's body that humanity had yet to uncover.

Facing the Shuofang army that had initiated a mutiny day after day, Li Yan lived in fear almost day and night, and his physical health naturally could not hold up.

They typically grew in dark and evil places. If killed, the toxicity within their bodies would be released instantaneously, melting their own flesh into a puddle of thick liquid.

After taking the Empress Dowager's pulse, Imperial Physician Jin still administered acupuncture once more, yet even after the needles were removed, the Empress Dowager still showed no signs of awakening.

Elder Tang had even found numerous peerless secret techniques and ancient records for him, throwing him into a frenzy of ecstasy.

Sharing the table for dinner, although she was the youngest person present, she managed to put all the elders there in her debt.

Beneath the waterside pavilion, two golden-red carp swam in circles, tilting their heads upward to gaze at them, possessing an intelligent and spiritual air.

"Let's eat cake." Just as Lu Shengye finished speaking, Luo Xuefei picked up a spoon, scooped a mouthful of cake, and brought it to his lips.

An Junxian supported Madam Meng with one arm, walking sideways on the side illuminated by the setting sun. His tall figure blocked the glare, casting his shadow over Madam Meng to protect her.

Take the "Curse of the Two-Headed Ghost" as an example. If the Sea-鎮 Pearl had been activated a few days earlier, the two-headed ghost would have suffered a fatal blow the very instant it manifested in the mortal world.

Actually, it wasn't next year; it was the month after next that they would move their entire household away from Rongcheng and head toward the Imperial Capital.

Instantly, the fifty-nine ruffians felt as though they had been granted a grand amnesty. Enduring their pain, they limped away and fled.

"Yes!" I straightened up and responded, though inwardly I was secretly astonished that the higher-ups' plan for this special reconnaissance battalion was classified to such a rigorous degree—issues that even I had anticipated. Viewed from this perspective, the superiors must have already formulated a detailed and meticulous plan, so I said no more.

Standing at the rear of the court ranks, Han Cang found himself involuntarily clenching his fists, staring intently at Han Mo kneeling in the imperial hall. Deep within his eyes lay unwillingness and defiance.