Chapter 58: Do You Like It?

Jiang Ru's face flushed red, and she forgot that her Bluetooth earpiece was connected the entire time. Last night, the intimate moments between her and Zheng Fan had naturally been overheard by the headquarters.

"You wouldn't dare!" Luo Xingyang gritted his teeth, forcing out those few words through sheer grit. His mindset had completely collapsed.

If the two were a true married couple, sharing one destiny, then it wouldn't matter much for Chu Jiang to lower his head over this; they could always find a way to resolve it. But the problem was they were only a married couple in name. With Du Menghhan's proud and unyielding nature, how could she not overthink it?

There was no helping it. The spiritual energy impact brought by a Grandmaster's fists was exceptionally intense, not to mention that Chu Jiang didn't even fight back and simply allowed the other party to attack.

The starry sky was once again adorned with twinkling stars, and the bright moon, previously blocked by dark clouds, emerged once more, emitting a soft halo. The ancient city after the rain was filled with the mixed scent of sweet grass and damp earth, feeling somewhat refreshing.

"Of course I remember. That place is fraught with danger, yet rich in resources—a veritable treasure trove! It's just that it's far too dangerous, and building a city there would likely be no easy feat. Even if a new city were established, defending it would present immense challenges." Ning Qingyun did not believe that secret realm was a suitable location for founding a new city.

At this moment, he no longer feared any shadow. After all, he had already been targeted by that dark figure once; the worst that could happen was simply experiencing it again.

In the distance, Feng Chen finally opened his eyes—a pair of golden eyes, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

He had earned over ten million shock value points from a single match. Was earning this shock value really that easy?

Looking at it from another perspective, this Jian San either lacked a few screws in his head or harbored malicious intentions, and he was clearly the latter. Knowing full well it was an impossible matter, he still insisted on running his mouth and making himself deeply unlikable.

"Let's go!" Yang Banxian was still impatient. No sooner had he covered all the wastewater with soil than he prepared to leave.

In the capital, only Guo Longhua remained now! Fortunately, there was still Association President Bai Fengju in the capital, and Li Chenghuan, the most aggressive and overbearing fellow among them, was already dead. Besides, this was right beneath the Emperor's feet, so Xiao Feng had no reason to worry about any unexpected developments occurring here.

Chief Executive Officer sat back down in his seat. At this moment, however, his complexion appeared vibrant and full of vigor, as if he had suddenly grown several years younger in the blink of an eye.

Having absorbed this transformed, massive surge of spiritual energy, the luminous orb erupted with an even more dazzling brilliance. In terms of form, however, it underwent changes different from before.

By early the next morning, while everyone was having breakfast, they began receiving various news and rumors stating that Mu Zhiting was making her move.

A blue-clad robe with white clouds—that was attire only Elders of the Sky Mist Sect were qualified to wear. These four middle-aged men, who looked to be no older than forty, were actually all figures of the Elder rank.

The Young Master's puppet body was also undergoing the baptism of lightning, resembling wisps of stark white ropes wrapping around it and moving from top to bottom. Under the baptism of the lightning, the puppet body grew slightly more refined, though without any drastic or noticeable changes. After all, this puppet had been crafted by the hands of some heaven-defying existence, so becoming slightly more refined was all that could be expected.

However, Leng Ran was unable to stop He Ziyan from moving forward. Sauntering leisurely, she said, "Is that so?" and walked past him to take the lead.

This young talent holding the title of general—this poisonous snake—was so accustomed to wearing a mask of disguise.

The smoke-shadow of the King of the Greater Yuezhi still had not fully solidified; it resembled a wisp of smoke, constantly shifting its form and appearing ready to be blown away by the wind at any moment.

This new "ghostly yin spirit" perhaps possessed a physical body no inferior to the one controlled by Huijue. However, while the former was merely manipulated by evil qi and acted like a puppet, the latter was guided by Huijue himself. With one side striking with premeditation while the other was caught unprepared, the outcome naturally held not a single shred of suspense.

Yumiao watched with a smiling giggle as Ruohua anxiously rushed to close the window. The crisp, chilly wind carrying a wave of osmanthus fragrance was actually quite sweet. Pulling her lapels tighter, she felt the wind blowing against her body carried a distinct chill.

At this moment, several eyes had opened across the arms of the Thousand-Eye Demon God, and the scorching beams of light were shooting precisely from those eyes.

As his words trailed off, Fu Qingxiao flicked her wrist, and five triangular command flags suddenly appeared in her palm.

Judging merely by his divine sense and spiritual aura at this moment, Huijue could conclude with certainty that this person had already nearly touched the Dao of a Half-Saint.

Aside from this possibility, it seemed there was nowhere else that could trap him while causing this Buddhist bead to turn so dim and dull without shattering.

Its tensed muscles suddenly relaxed like a tightly wound spring, bursting forth with formidable power. This energy provided it with immense momentum, propelling it like a bullet toward Pavlov, who was also awaiting this very moment.

Arrows rained down densely like a thick drizzle, blanketing the sky and covering the earth. The troops of Lujiang instantly found themselves trapped in a dilemma where they could advance no further and retreat was impossible. However, much to the surprise of Yuan Yao and the others, Sun Quan's troops abruptly halted their advance as well.

Film shooting can basically be divided into five steps: blocking, lighting, rehearsal, fine-tuning, and filming. Without actors, it is utterly impossible to determine blocking, making discussions of lighting, camera positions, and framing entirely out of the question.

First, the classroom, which had been somewhat noisy, instantly fell completely silent the moment he stepped inside. Furthermore, everyone's gazes seemed to lock directly onto him.

Such a deeply affectionate man—for the sake of his wife, he gave up the career he had built with his own hands, abandoning everything he had, solely to take good care of her.

After the assistant left, Jiang Yi pondered the purpose of his visit. Could it be that he did not want a divorce and intended to pester her relentlessly?

Inside the boxing gym, two young men were staring intently at each other. Gao Muyuan wore red headgear and gloves, while An Yichen wore blue headgear and gloves. At first, Gao Muyuan still fought according to standard boxing rules, keeping his strength restrained and pulling his punches.