149 A Verdant Meadow Overhead

Qu Jin was just about to leave work when her secretary handed her a file.

"Miss Qu joined the cast today, and filming should start any moment now," the secretary said.

Qu Wan had mentioned it to her previously, and upon returning, Qu Jin had instructed her secretary to look into the production. It was just a supporting role, so she decided to let her be.

"Who are the other leads?"

"One of them is from Huaying Entertainment."

Qu Jin signed her name on the last page of the file. Noticing the secretary had stopped speaking, she looked up, puzzled.

The secretary hesitated. "It’s the young master of the Yu family."

Qu Jin’s eye twitched. Those two little troublemakers had actually ended up together.

***

For the Great Ming Empire, which already possessed a rudimentary industrial foundation, this served as a technological safeguard against counterfeiting.

Cai’er ignored her entirely, just standing there blankly, muttering those same words over and over.

The imperial court was in chaos, unable to reach a consensus, but out beyond the pass, Ding Yi was greeted by a messenger. The garrison commander dared not let Ding Yi enter, but he also dared not block a messenger seeking to leave the pass to meet him. Naturally, they wouldn’t open the gates, so they had to use a hoist basket to lower those thirty men, one by one, outside the city walls.

"What kind of race are they?" Regnar continued to ask. He had heard of the dark elves' methods, but since Irene was a blood relative of these dark elves, surely they wouldn't commit any heinous acts, right?

Wang Dong’s martial arts were supernatural; even an army of thousands might not be able to trap him. But for them to follow him and storm the Iron Cavalry Association, and then attempt to kill Ren Shaoming amidst the siege of many experts and elite soldiers, was tantamount to suicide.

Yet they believed that with the momentum of the horses, their blades would be no slower than Ding Yi’s spear. Moreover, there were over thirty of them; how many blades could Ding Yi possibly withstand?

Beside her, Martin was whispering praises to Pelor with a devotion that bordered on fanaticism. The words were so sycophantic that they made Regnar’s skin crawl.

"Damn it..." Li Hai felt a chill run down his scalp. He hadn't even met Old Bai’s grandfather yet, but he had already mentally branded him a devil.

The room was pitch black, but as Li Hai’s cultivation progressed, his night vision had grown sharper. To him, the dark room was merely dim.

Bai Muqing paused, then suddenly realized: this was the true purpose of Xu Yarong’s visit.

The Divine Dragon flew out and, seeing Beerus nearby, felt like crying. "Son Goku, it’s you again. Speak! I will grant your wish." For some reason, as the dragon spoke, a powerful sense of resentment seemed to permeate the air.

***

Bai Muqing, worried that Pu Lianyao might be plotting something, deliberately avoided her and headed down the mountain alone.

"We are discussing serious matters now, don't stir up trouble." Helan Yao glared at Long Shaoyan, her mind racing. Long Shaoyan didn't allow her to smile at others, and she usually ignored him, but today she decided to be magnanimous; she would absolutely not smile at him.

Murong Jie stood stunned, confused, and uneasy. What did this mean? Why the sudden display of courtesy, even serving tea?

The Sword of Kings in Santis's hand was a natural artifact for breaking formations; it was best suited for this task.

Seeing Liu Xiuyi look at her with a cryptic smile, Su Ruhui immediately understood: if she hadn't come today, Ping’er likely would have used the excuse of delivering chestnut cakes to find her. It was quite a coincidence.

Who could have done this? Helan Yao lowered her head and calculated. Aside from a few individuals in the Prime Minister's residence, no one knew about her ankle injury. And who would be kind enough to treat her wound?

She gripped her wheelchair tightly, wishing she could rush back immediately, strangle Zhu Zhu, and throw her into a sea of fire.

Aunt Wang’s son, Gou Dan, was facing the doorway and was the first to spot Jiang Chuge. He pointed at her while turning his head toward Yan Wanrong.

"Wait! Actually, I am..." Wu Tianxiao finally tore off his fake beard, revealing his true face.