Chapter 148: Another Company Reaching Out to Zhang Yimou

Now, bringing up this situation with Director Hu in advance was meant to be completely honest and transparent, avoiding any unexpected hitches when the cooperation was actually signed.

Little did he know that this eccentric man was dancing and gesticulating wildly. Unable to understand his intent and seeing him as frantic as a wild beast with the mind of a toddler, Lin Ziyun feared that placing his hopes on him would be tantamount to seeking his own destruction.

After weighing the situation in her mind, Qiu Tu took the lead to grope her way forward, closely followed by the mage players who walked over on tiptoe.

She had already investigated this fellow; he was simply good for nothing, practically devoid of a single redeeming quality.

He was determined to visit the Ming Dynasty no matter what. Even if he could not alter the history of the Ming Dynasty, taking a leisure trip there would still be rather nice. Tim had already made up his mind that after this trip to the Ming Dynasty, he would definitely have a few fine new silk garments made for himself.

Seeing that the Swedish envoy was about to leave, how could Wallenrgurt possibly agree? A thought flashed through his eyes as a scheme formed in his mind.

In this respect, it was also much more convenient than the FAW Group located in Liaoning Province, which lacked access to the sea.

After this bloody battle, Frederick had completely shed his youthful greenness, and his face seemed to have gained a certain something.

Of all things to touch upon, he had to hit the sore spot. Lin Ziyun spoke casually yet struck right at Qin Tianhe's pain point. He gnashed his teeth in hatred: "Qin Song, you motherfucking bastard." He rarely cursed in his daily life, but being repeatedly toyed with by Qin Song day after day had driven him to the peak of fury; he wished nothing more than to skin Qin Song alive.

"Remember to put on more clothes; it's getting cold." Zhao Qin's words drifted over from afar. Looking at the peerlessly graceful Prince Pingyang's heir amidst the biting wind, Hong Yu felt that while he used to be the most unrestrained and untethered young lord in the world, he was now like a deity walking while chanting songs. Her gaze fixed on Zhao Qin grew increasingly bright.

In the projection, Feng Qi now said with great affection: "Li'er, now that your cultivation has achieved success, and with Tian'er by your side, it is time to tell you the truth of those past years. Li'er, actually, your original name is Feiyu Li, and your father's name is Feiyu Yuanshan, the younger brother of the current Roc clan chieftain, Feiyu Heshan."

As their palms met, Meng Qiuwei withdrew his stance while simultaneously flipping his right hand to draw the Qingshuang sword from its scabbard. Turning around, he slashed out a fan of sword light, and instantly, several still-snarling monkey heads shot into the air, followed by fountains of gushing blood as their strange cries were abruptly cut short.

The defensive effect of this array was quite good, but the flaw was that it had fairly high demands on one's physical body strength and carried a heavy burden, so Fang Mu was unwilling to use it lightly.

The One-Eyed's words caused an uproar in the hall. The crowd discussed animatedly, utterly disbelieving that the Third Master could have been killed; even Greedy Wolf and Evil Wolf, sitting above, wore looks of utter astonishment on their faces.

Su Yue hurriedly ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to Jun Xuan. Jun Xuan did not stand on ceremony either, taking it and draining it in one gulp.

Dahuang the dog was the very first to step forward; how could his canine self possibly miss out on such a high-class meeting?

With that, he bulged his throat and emitted a strange sound. The black tiger beneath him instantly lit up in the eyes, and a bloody wind rose out of nowhere, heading straight toward Nandu.

These ultimate bronze armors and ultimate black iron armors could be used to equip an entire squad for Zuo Yang.

Then, within the span of a single hour, countless disciples on Dragon Island rapidly spread the news. Portraits of Qin Yun were plastered all over countless cities—if only Dragon Island were not a bit too far from Jiuyun City.

The Purple Cauldron was even more enraged. Walking up to Zixiang, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face, shouting furiously, "Still not kneeling!"

I remained silent. I had already repeated the same words to her many times. First of all, I had no idea where He Houyi was right now, nor whether he was still alive. Secondly, I didn't even know the identity of the mysterious person who had abducted him.

Indeed, these so-called mineral waters, although appearing identical to ordinary mineral waters, were completely filled with Earth Dragon Spring water.

His gaze was piercing and sharp, easily instilling fear in others—an indomitable temperament possessed only by those who had practiced martial arts for many years.

"Master, Wang Qingdao has come to our place again!" Liang Siqi's voice echoed in Lin Dong's mind.

Then he combined the hand-drawn maps of his several brothers, had another brother who specialized in hand-drawn cartography redraw a complete one, and made markings on it based on the combat tactics arranged by Fang Yan and Zhao Tiehu that only their own brothers could understand.

He briefly told Ye Feng about his intention to find Tu Jianfeng. Ye Feng said he knew Tu Jianfeng and that specific details would be discussed when they met; he was stepping out of the school gates right now to find Zhang Yang.

"Let's go, don't keep him waiting too long. King Yama is already urging him on his way!" Shangguan Yue sneered coldly.

The guests also followed Huang Zhen's gaze to look at Lin Zhuoyun, making the atmosphere extremely awkward for the Lin family. Being one of the three major families of Xiang City, could it be that they lacked even a shred of backbone?

With just a scream, that Spirit Illusion realm expert of the Yuan family stumbled while clutching his head, blood streaming from his seven orifices, his mind ringing with a dull roar.

With Lian Xueyue's support, her fans also spontaneously helped Tianxiang Pavilion spread these messages.

At this moment, not far in front of the defense line, spatial channels were being opened up. The other side of these spatial channels connected to the rear of the defense line, upon that safe continent.

"It's not just beautiful; the main point is that she possesses an ethereal and refined temperament. Truly, one can only find such a thing in heaven—where on earth could it possibly be sought?" I praised Yanyu without reservation.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked blankly at Zhitong; even Kyle cast a slightly surprised glance at Zhitong. Although Zhitong's voice was cold, Yang Jian could still perceive the care within it. Yet, when on earth had he become her person?

The cultivating monk guarding this formation had already made it clear: upon entering the formation, the two would be teleported to different areas within it, without interfering with each other—it was a form of solo trial.

A sense of vigilance instantly welled up inside me, and I thought to myself that this truly was entering a tiger's den of my own accord; she hadn't come looking for me, yet I, dammit, had delivered myself right to her doorstep.

Huang Dan and the python slowly closed the distance. Suddenly, the slowly moving, massive python burst into rolling black fluorescent light all over its body. Amidst a flash of eerie radiance, its speed suddenly surged like a streak of black lightning, shooting through the mountain forest and lunging fiercely at Huang Dan.