Chapter 150: How Much Is Zhang Yimou Worth and Internet Investment

Having suffered setbacks here before, Liu Xin and I naturally knew what lay at the end of the corridor. Surrounded on all sides by impenetrable copper walls, our cries to heaven would go unheard and our pleas to earth unanswered. Once trapped inside, we would become mere meat on Qiao Wanli’s chopping board, entirely at his mercy.

"Oh, wonderful, truly wonderful, Chen'er! You have no idea, Yiyi met a noble benefactor who cured her old injuries. She is now a bright and clever young girl!" Madam Liang the Elder said, overcome with joy.

"Mumu, I have found a matching bone marrow donor for Nian'er," Su Wange said calmly, without betraying any indication that he had overheard their conversation.

The boatwoman remarked, "In the dead of summer, the lotus flowers are in full bloom. People often become so mesmerized by the sight that they forget they are on a boat, stepping out to pick them only to fall into the water and emerge covered in mud." With that, she covered her mouth with a smile, revealing an arm as fair and smooth as a lotus root.

Seeing him critique the society's affairs in front of everyone, Zhang Pu felt a slight surge of irritation. However, hearing him address the man as Elder Mu—suggesting deep ties with Qian Qianyi—he reined in his displeasure out of courtesy and smiled, saying, "This honorable brother might as well step up to the stage and offer his guidance." Down below, Yu Lianhe frantically signaled him with his eyes, but Zhang Pu chose to ignore them entirely.

When it came to striking down those who had offended him, Gongsun Hong never showed mercy. A considerable number of people fell victim to his retaliatory purges, among them the Confucian master Dong Zhongshu and the shrewd strategist Zhufu Yan.

To prevent a total collapse of the state of Qi, he entrusted the heavy responsibility of defense to the Middle Grand Master Tian Jiao and the general Tian Jian, a pair of brothers. Leading a force of ten thousand soldiers himself, he retreated to Dong'e to gather the remnants of his shattered army. Though his cousin Tian Dan had fallen in battle, Tian Rong's own younger brother, Tian Heng, managed to escape with his life. For Tian Rong, this was undoubtedly a tremendous consolation.

A wave of astonishment washed over me: Good grief! Not seeing or contacting each other for twenty years—what kind of concept is that? What on earth is Brother Liu playing at?

Consequently, under this dual assault of visual and olfactory stimulation, Guo Qin began to sneeze incessantly. Unbeknownst to him, he was not actually allergic to pollen; he was genuinely and truly allergic to crossdressers. Thus, at the onset of their clash, Guo Qin found himself completely suppressed by Xiao Rushi.

Taking two or three strides, he arrived at the kitchen. True to expectation, Lan Xing'er was indeed there, but to his surprise, the self-proclaimed foodie was not eating, but rather diligently and patiently learning culinary arts.

"Roar!" A bear's roar rent the air as Volibear charged forward like a war chariot toward the Flame Lion King, managing to interrupt its fiery breath at the very last moment.

Sure enough, a gentle sweep of the wooden sword neatly severed the lotus seed pod. The Primordial Chaos Green Lotus instantly shivered with its branches and leaves in a flurry, before hurriedly releasing Lin Qingxuan and rocketing toward the water's surface.

"Big Sis, those are the two who snatched our prey," Lin Mang said, pointing at Zhang Fei and his companion.

Actually, Ichiro himself did not know much about this fog. The only thing he knew was that this bizarre mist had appeared a few months prior. The first time he ever heard tales of such a strange phenomenon was when some members of his clan had opposed the sacrificial rituals and intended to lead the people away from these mountains.

The car carrying Cheng Ran and his three companions pulled up before Tianxing Martial Arts Hall. In the gathering dusk, they soon saw Qin Songyuan emerge from his home and walk toward the entrance. Pacing back and forth, Qin Songyuan lowered his head to examine the business card Cheng Ran had given him over and over again. Confirming the address was correct, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, and through the glass window, his eyes instantly locked onto a familiar figure.

Xia Feng inwardly praised his opponent's martial prowess, judging that while it still fell short of Taishi Ci's level, it was nonetheless that of a top-tier expert.

"A natural call of nature?" Qi Changsheng frowned. An unusual odor was an obvious marker, one that would make it far easier for other predators to track them down.

The speaker was none other than Qin Feng, an A-list celebrity who had just been surrounded and interviewed by a group of reporters, rumored to be playing the role of Erlang Shen this time around. Known for maintaining exceptionally cozy ties with the media, he virtually never attracted negative news.

Chen Qianxing strode over eagerly, rubbed his hands together vigorously, and pressed his left hand onto the spirit-testing disk. The disk did indeed emit a colorful glow, but the hues were murky and chaotic.

Most striking of all was his hair; once pitch-black, it had now taken on a dull, ash-like shade resembling withered tree branches.

"Alright then, let's go back and get some sleep. A-Xi, you didn't drive, how are you getting back later?" Wanwan asked, fighting to keep her eyes open.

Naturally, the two of them chose to completely ignore Yang Yang's subsequent slanderous remarks about Old Man Ye. They knew the old man's temper all too well; given his nature, he certainly hadn't spared this youngster from torment. Yang Yang speaking this way now was undoubtedly nothing more than petty revenge.

The Sun God took the lead, using raw force to overcome all arts as he charged forward relentlessly. He plunged blindly into the absolute-kill grand formation, and instantly, a million spells fired simultaneously, transforming into countless beams of light that swallowed the Sun God whole.

"Judging from his outward appearance and pulse, your young master exhibits no symptoms of illness whatsoever. For all intents and purposes, he is completely normal!" The third grandson was a man of integrity and stated the truth plainly.

"Empress Dowager, your servant has a matter to report." At that moment, a guard hurried over.

It seemed that Qin Jian truly regarded them as friends. Now that Caiqing was pregnant, Qin Jian would surely remain utterly devoted to her, right? Xiao Lang understood Qin Jian's character: when he loved, he loved deeply; but when he let go, he let go completely.

"Where is the child's father?" Chen Tianyun knew she wanted to pour her heart out, or she wouldn't have asked him to come to this beach.

Upon receiving the cold and mechanical command, Dashe led a ten-thousand-strong cavalry force along the official road, passing through Songxian County, crossing the frozen river, and trampling through the snow as they galloped toward Jiuyuan County. By the time they arrived, it was already afternoon; the townspeople had long since fled, leaving behind a completely deserted county seat.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived at the hospital. Dressed in tight black attire with a cap on her head and a pair of dark sunglasses concealing the better part of her face, she revealed only a pair of lips as red and alluring as freshly picked cherries. Moving with swift agility, she slipped past the cluster of reporters unnoticed and headed straight up toward the inpatient ward.

"I brought you back safely... as for what follows, I leave it to the Chancellor and the Grand Court; I am not entirely certain," Qianjin said, one arm wrapping around her waist to offer a steady anchor of strength.

Turning the door lock firmly behind him, he carried her to the bed and knelt, using his knees to pin down her legs.

Xing Shiyi hurried forward, his hands moving with practiced familiarity over Feng Linuo's body to check for any injuries.

True enough, if word got out, Yurong would undoubtedly be the first to show up, bringing a mountain of unnecessary trouble in her wake.

He had come today to retrieve the keys to a motorcycle, a vehicle given to him as a gift by Mary. It was also on this very motorcycle that he had driven past a glass partition and shot Ni Kun dead.

The mere thought of handing over the beloved treasure he had daintily pampered for twenty years made Feng Xinglang's mood overwhelmingly chaotic.