Chapter 70: Brother, Where Did You Find This Woman?

Huo Tian stood by the roadside, took a drag from his cigarette, and replied, "It's called Ocean Tide Pictures. The person who made an appointment with me today is their boss, Gu Yu."

For some inexplicable reason, he felt the atmospheric pressure on the other end drop abruptly, carrying a heavy, oppressive weight even across the phone line.

Zhou Jingchuan tossed the towel in his hand onto the coffee table, his expression instantly turning gloomy. "Young Master Huo, is the investment from Universe Pictures not enough for you?"

With just this single sentence brimming with coercion, Huo Tian forgot even to smoke his cigarette and hastily straightened his posture.

With both parties giving their consent, Chen Qiu immediately picked up his chopsticks and took a sample of every ingredient appearing in each dish, placing them one by one into a crystal glass bottle.

Lin Luo shook his head, lifted his feet to head back inside, collapsed face-first onto the bed, and then found a comfortable position to sleep.

"The elder of this weaponry hall is still quite conscientious; the medicinal pills weren't wasted in vain." After a rough glance, Song Hao nodded in satisfaction.

Moreover, even though he had dodged, the residual edge of the blade still left a bloody scratch on Song Hao's neck.

Feng Mian smiled, opened her soul tool, and poured out the immortal herbs she had divided up yesterday. She introduced them one by one, telling Guang Ling to pick whichever he liked, since their effects were more or less the same anyway, with no major differences.

She turned around, preparing to leave, when her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the stone pillars outside the gates of the farmers' market.

A super thick, bulky down jacket appeared before Xie Jianjia, the jacket's attached hood obscuring the greater part of the person's face.

His computer desktop featured a still photo of Wan Yueqing in character. She was dressed in dignified and magnificent traditional Han wedding attire, wearing a phoenix coronet and adorned with pearls and jade. Yet, those dazzling garments and the opulent, majestic background served merely to embellish her.

Liu Tongtong was sitting downstairs, meticulously licking a durian pit. She paid special attention to the very tip of the seed, where a stronger trace of leftover fruit pulp lingered, licking it with even greater care.

Now she no longer regarded herself as an emperor; her status had changed, but her mindset had not yet caught up.

Old Luo furrowed his brow upon hearing this, wanting to persuade him further, but seeing Tang Xiu's unyielding expression, he ultimately abandoned the idea.

Kato Minako knelt on one knee beside Chen Liangya, yet she did not reach for the wine in Chen Liangya's hand. She knew that her appearance was solely meant to force Toyoda Koji into submission, making him believe that Chen Liangya had killed Kato Kenichi.

The struggle for the succession between Prince Mu and Prince Fu was finally brought out into the open, known at the time as the "Mu-Fu Dispute." Logically speaking, taking advantage of Southern Xi's internal chaos would have been an excellent opportunity for Northern Xuan to launch a massive invasion, but Emperor Chen Xuan of Northern Xuan did not dispatch troops against Southern Xi at this moment, choosing instead to remain a spectator on the sidelines.

Now, looking at Jing Ruoyun's back before him, Tiansheng had no idea what words to use to comfort him and could only let out a silent sigh in his heart.

Xue Sanjiu looked at Senior Brother Wang Ping with some surprise, since he hadn't chosen a single cultivation technique at all.

When he had finished filling in Zhang Huahua's grave as well, he picked up Zhang Wudao's broken tombstones and reinserted them into the ground.

Yun Ci could not go a single day without medicine. Ever since Qian Yun left, the tasks of boiling water and decocting his medicine every day had been entirely handed over to Hanchu. Seeing yesterday that several medicinal herbs were running low, Hanchu had informed Dan Xin and gone out to purchase more.

Chen Jing was startled by this look in his eyes, his mind clearing by more than half in an instant. A great wave of relief washed over him—judging by Xu Zheng's words, nothing had happened last night after all.

When Chuxiu woke up again, it was already late afternoon. The sunset glow cast a hazy golden light all over the room, gradually fading into a sort of poignant, lingering beauty of decay. The moment she opened her eyes, she was momentarily dazzled by the brightness. Closing them slightly to steady her mind, she finally made out the person keeping vigil by the couch.

Standing far away, I was deeply moved by their words, and something akin to a sense of "being touched" began to flow through my heart.

With a loud shout, Ye Han spun the Blood Spirit Divine Sword in his hand. Crimson glow surged forth, and a scarlet blood dragon emerged, roaring as it lunged forward.