148 Another Encounter with an Acquaintance

"Do you want me to drop you off at the set?"

Qu Wan turned her head to look at him, then suddenly slumped, "Forget it, if you come along, you'll just steal all the spotlight."

"I could go secretly—wear a mask, a hat, cover my face completely?"

"Aren't you supposed to be doing promotions? Running back and forth is tiring enough; you should just get some good rest at home."

Jiang Zeyu went silent, his eyes lingering on Qu Wan with a touch of resentment as she packed her things.

After a long while without hearing a sound behind her, Qu Wan finally looked back.

She met Jiang Zeyu’s gaze.

Qu Wan hurried over and crouched beside the sofa, "Are you angry?"

"How could I dare? How could I ever be angry with you? After all, I'm still counting on my sugar daddy to provide my meals."

Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed Yue Bai’s mind, and he immediately grasped the key to this spark of intuition.

She had once been poisoned and cursed. For two agonizing years, her mind had been a chaotic haze, unable to even remember basic events. Unwilling to forget her various thoughts, and even less willing to let go of the hatred she carried, she had developed a habit: recording her thoughts and reflections in the most obscure and cryptic language possible.

After all, if such a large number of Black Tigers were to fall at their feet, they would be able to harvest a massive haul of monster cores—the elemental stones. Furthermore, Black Tigers were considered mid-to-high-tier monsters, so the quality of the elemental stones was naturally exceptional.

He said: "Isn't there that scene where the two of them lie on the same bed, back to back, bottoms touching, playing around and making noise?"

But if Immortal Lord Yuan Yi noticed his Nine-Turn Dao Physique, had he also seen the witchcraft and curses inside his mind?

Zhao Liu remarked: "Forget it, it's best if you find someone who already has children; it saves you the trouble of plowing the fields yourself. That would truly be an unexpected blessing."

Most martial artists also selectively study the knowledge of meridians; partly for self-preservation, and partly to gain deeper insights into the Martial Dao.

They surrounded Yuan Qiuhua, talking over one another, shouting, shaking their fists and rubbing their palms, putting on a grand show of fighting as if attacking the perpetrator would somehow magically heal the victim's pain.

"Is comfort more important, or is your life?" Kris asked, somewhat angrily. He had been looking out for Murong Yueli from the very beginning, so why was it that in their eyes and words, he had turned into the villain?

He sat cross-legged in meditation and began to study the basic martial cultivation techniques he had just received. He skipped the section on combat skills entirely, as those were far too superficial and consisted only of basic cultivation principles.

"From what just happened, you aren't actually that villainous. At the very least, you gave me time to help the other students evacuate..." Duoduo.

Taking advantage of Ye Tianxue’s break, Zhang Cheng approached him once more. The advice Ye Tianxue had given him last time had worked well enough for the moment, but making progress on the next step was proving difficult.

Sitting on a bench by the street, Lei Chen stared blankly at the jade pendant, while Duanmu Qing leaned against his shoulder, gazing at the azure sky with a faint, warm smile on her face.

Furthermore, they needed to contact their companions—the Commander Zuo Fei, for instance, and Mu Yucheng would be arriving soon as well. Every top expert of the Azure Dragon Legion would be making their way here.

To ask such an entity to abandon its original form and inhabit the body of an Innate God-Demon—even if that body were a Nightmare—was something it would never be willing to do.

Hao Ren tried to apply the third level of the Soul-Condensing Art, gathering the five elements into his palm. Then, switching to the Light-Splitting Sword Shadow Art, a hazy, still-unformed blade of sword qi flickered in his palm.

Liu Heping and Qian Ruifeng stood trembling like two wooden stakes before Zheng Gaohan’s desk, keeping their breathing as shallow as possible, terrified of displeasing him.

Meng Qi rejected the demands of that voice. He raised his head and shouted toward the surroundings, desperate to know why he had become so pathetic, why he was reduced to tears.

Amitabha and the other two looked on with shock and confusion, unable to understand how the golden alms bowl had undergone such a change; it certainly didn't look as fine as it had before.