Chapter 54: The End of Filming

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and Jiang Yu’s complexion had improved considerably. She was leaning against the headboard, sipping warm water slowly, when a question suddenly occurred to her. She looked up and asked Song Zhining, who was seated not far away.

“By the way, where’s Cheng Xingyu?”

Song Zhining looked up. “As for her, President Fu said you needn’t worry. He won’t let her get away.”

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After finishing everything, Luo Beichen picked up a vessel filled with a solution, tilting it down from the opening at the top of the copper container, pouring it all in.

“Don’t worry,” said the person in charge of the sniper operation, full of confidence, making an OK gesture. “The projectile is refined from a potent, delayed tranquilizer—its power is enough to instantly bring down a mammoth.” After speaking, the sniper locked the crosshairs firmly onto Xiong Qi’s hip.

Lei Dachui, returning along the original path, grew increasingly uneasy. He realized he’d been walking for a long time, yet hadn’t reached the exit, and the route he was on didn’t seem familiar.

“Hmm,” Zhang Yi grew curious. Seeing the old man hadn’t noticed, he flicked a thread of spiritual energy from his hand. With a soft hiss, it disappeared into the stone wall.

Later, more people arrived, attempting to determine the nature of the fire, but in the end, all left empty-handed. The matter was eventually left unresolved.

The shepherds finally returned, and every tent resounded with laughter and joy. But in that very moment, death quietly descended.

He smiled faintly, and with a single glance, it was clear that among all present, Ling Yue, Fairy Luoxia, and Lu Jun stood at the forefront.

She had already exercised great restraint, but who could know how terrifying the storm within her heart truly was?

“Qing’er, you’re calling so loudly—aren’t you afraid of drawing attention?” Su Zige’s voice drifted over, light as a feather, clearly employing the skill of transmitting sound over a thousand miles.

“The Dao Institute is a bit much; rumor has it the most handsome man in the world has already been defeated…” Some cultivators murmured among themselves.

Shen Qingchi frowned as she gazed at the unfolding changes outside, her heart filled with emotion, suddenly recalling some matters regarding the original host.

In a single instant, she froze where she stood, not knowing when Lan Fang had begun to cry, tears streaming down her entire face, yet Lan Fang seemed unaware.

Lin Siyu could not see the man’s expression, but sensed something was wrong. Before she could react, his hand had already pulled open her shirt and pressed onto her chest.

Your ocular power remains, and with the Mangekyo Sharingan, you can control the eight-tailed beasts—except for the one sealed within Uzumaki Mito’s body—and attack the Leaf Village.

Since Zhong Yunqing had this idea, he naturally gave her a flawless explanation, drawing analogies as he went.

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Having finished speaking, the Six-Eared Macaque swiftly awoke from his dream, unwilling to continue conversing with the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

However, since I’ve just written it, let me revise the typos and awkward sentences first. Everyone, please check back later—my apologies.

As for the proprietress, she was supposed to be paired with Lord Jiang—that is, with Xu Zhe—but unfortunately, the latter would rather die than comply, so only Zhou Zhou, whose face was thick as a city wall, could step in.

Early in the morning, Shen Qiqi, together with Qin Fei, Gu Tinghua, and Liu Mengting, boarded the bus and arrived smoothly at the competition venue.

Just as Song Ziqi said, if you have an advantage and don’t use it, but instead waste effort on all sorts of messy schemes, you’re truly a fool.

Indeed, no one expected to kill it; to drive it away was already the most extravagant hope.

The old demon snorted coldly as he spoke, finally quelling his subordinates’ worries. In his words, he showed no fear of anything—not even conspiracies. For this old demon, such things meant nothing.

She certainly didn’t want Xia Xin, Leng Xuetong, or anyone like Chen Cheng to get involved—it was too dangerous.