Chapter 65: Hatred

Lin Hanchuan found it quite amusing.

Shaoqin actually thought that he had feelings for Luo Qingyao.

That was truly absurd.

Tossing his phone aside, Lin Hanchuan turned his head to look at Luo Qingyao. "Where do you want to go?"

She was genuinely terrified that the Film Emperor Ji would once again ask her what the unfinished sentence she had muttered downstairs really meant.

"Impossible, impossible!" The Kui Niu went mad, completely unable to accept the reality before it.

The more Chen Shishi thought about it, the more excited he became, imagining future battles with those martial arts masters. Without realizing it, he exerted his full strength, throwing a punch devoid of any fancy techniques yet carrying an indomitable momentum. The sound of fists breaking through the air echoed continuously, and relying purely on his physical strength, he forced his opponent back step by step as if withering frost.

A fresh snowfall had draped the entire grassland in a coat of silvery white. The lake was frozen over, and the accumulated snow on the ice made the lake’s surface appear white as well.

After the incident involving Lin Muchen, Wen Ruxi repeatedly claimed that some influential figure whom they could not afford to offend would rescue him. No matter how much Lin Muchen's mother probed, Wen Ruxi stubbornly refused to reveal the person's identity.

"Just now—I think I heard Siyun Mo's voice." Shen Jinju asked Zhou Yiran, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The report detailed how scientists in Hua Nation had experienced a severe laboratory explosion while developing a medicine, resulting in the deaths of everyone inside, with the cause of the explosion still undetermined.

The director told everyone that they had worked hard enough for the day, instructing them to head back to rest and gather for dinner in the evening to celebrate today's success.

"I still have matters to attend to, so I'll skip dinner. Let's do it another day!" Zhou Qing had always disliked banquet gatherings and drinking parties.

"Everyone, if there's any usable gear, loot it quickly." Having retrieved the longsword, Zhou Qing began searching the bodies for medicinal herbs.

These prosperous cities were, in a sense, the economic lifeline of the ninja organization, acting as the heart that pumped blood into it.

At the same time, Zelargel must have meticulously engineered a signal jammer, preventing the entire fleet from even sending out a distress communication. Their goal was a surprise attack followed by total annihilation, creating a massive deterrent effect.

Originally, she thought that after her refusal, Xu Feng would continue to insist on seeing her off, but to her surprise, he simply walked away.

Recalling how Lady Jia had told him in her courtyard that his marriage arrangement had already been settled, Jia Xu guessed that Baochai must know as well.

However, this came with a hard requirement: the central computer responsible for storing these data needed to possess ultra-powerful computing capabilities.

Before Yu Qiaoqiao could say anything else, Yao Ruoxu walked over with a bewildered expression, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of them.

Clearly just an ordinary monitor with zero real authority, he acted entirely like a bureaucratic official, throwing his weight around and bossing everyone else all day long.

"Listen to me, the world is in chaos now. No matter where you run, you're just selling your life for someone else. I owe you a life, so instead of selling it to a stranger, I might as well sell it to you." Zhang Mu patted the dust off his clothes.

All eyes turned to the leading youth dressed in luxurious garments, while the entourage from the Prince Ruyang's Mansion looked toward Zhao Min by his side.

This poised demeanor was something seventeen-year-old Song Yanyan simply did not possess. That familiar yet terrifying aura sent a shiver straight to Cui Yunrong's core.

With a sly glint in his eye, Li Jingyun pulled the emperor aside alone, firmly rejecting Xiao Menghui's strong request to accompany them.

Han Yan had not acted in a television drama for many years. Ever since winning the Best Actress award, she had shifted her focus entirely to the film industry.

At that moment, the distant, strange, and ancient black "Divine Sorcerer Sacrificial Altar" suddenly emitted a booming roar and began to collapse rapidly.

"That's true..." Seemingly infected by Rin Tohsaka's confidence, the unease on Niederles's face dissipated slightly.

This private room was at least two hundred square meters in size, luxuriously decorated, with a large table in the center featuring a black-rimmed green felt top, resembling an oversized billiards table.