064 Bullet Screen Wife Protection

Qu Wan hadn't spent more than two days at home before she was notified to go record a variety show.

Throughout the entire afternoon, whether Gu Siyuan spoke to her or played games, Qu Wan barely responded. The two of them were so familiar with each other that they paid no mind to the cameras.

“Did I offend you recently? Why are you so indifferent to me?” Gu Siyuan asked, even though two people separated them.

Qu Wan replied, “I’m a married woman now. I must keep my distance from you.”

The next moment, Gu Siyuan came over and put her in a headlock. “Nonsense! You got married and now you want to cut ties with me?”

Qu Wan struggled. “Let go!”

“Hey, you brat, still acting tough with me? Have I ever treated you badly?”

Having figured out the intricacies of the chaotic formation, Changshan began pondering whether he should take the opportunity to destroy the set of formation tools belonging to the Black-and-White Piece.

Shuli’s feelings, debts she owed, would not be repaid in this lifetime. Her heart was clear as a mirror, and after sitting quietly for a whole day, she had thought it through. When the chance came to leave the palace, she would seek him out. If the scarlet separation was truly as unsolvable as claimed, then accompanying him was no hardship.

When the song ended and the dance concluded, Sai Yan’er, sitting cross-legged and leaning sideways in the center of the stage, was greeted with thunderous applause and cheers from the audience, surging in like a tidal wave.

Descending about seven or eight hundred meters, Nordland saw two sports cars parked in the middle of the highway, surrounded by quite a few people.

In a rush, she hailed a taxi by the roadside and sped to the company. After clocking in, it was already 8:20. Xiao Xixi breathed a sigh of relief—she still had ten minutes. Quite punctual, after all.

Upon hearing this, Chi Moling decisively put down his chopsticks without a second thought. With a better option available, he wouldn’t settle for less.

The guards glared angrily at the people from the temple, then lifted the already deceased guard and carried him out.

Xue Lengyu gritted her teeth, struggling to suppress the urge to escape. Her fingers twisted the bedsheet into a knot as she desperately tried to ignore the motions Ning Qing’s hands brought upon her body.

The Hongmeng Heavenly Tablet, splattered with fresh blood, suddenly emitted a blood-red glow. The energy spheres, before even touching the tablet, evaporated into nothingness.

The white embroidered robe was simple and neat in design but soft and comfortable to the touch, clearly expensive. With Zhan Fengsong’s status, naturally everything he owned was of the highest quality.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. With their strength, the battle before them was utterly indescribable.

Last year, the village suffered a severe drought. Not a drop of rain fell for days, and the eastern well was about to dry up. The villagers panicked, for it was their sole water source, the lifeblood of the village. If the well dried up, the village would perish.

With his keen eye, Jiang Yu instantly saw through the false Xu Xingzhi’s identity—it was the Blood Demon Ancestor who had relentlessly pursued him before.

But just then, she suddenly noticed a ghostly green light shining on her body, making her hair stand on end. She quickly turned toward the source, only to see a figure approaching from the direction of the light.

After finishing, he casually thrust the heavy halberd into the ground and then rushed headlong toward Lin Kongxue.

A huge mass of black fog erupted from the Great Spirit Bronze Furnace. The moment it appeared, the supreme Daoist artifact crackled and, under the astonished gaze of all present, shattered.

Fu Ling wished to settle in the Luo Family Village. The villagers, seeing he was a poor physician and hearing of his excellent medical skills, agreed. Fu Ling spent all his savings to buy a three-room thatched cottage outside the village and a small plot of land. He first tilled the soil and sowed the seeds gifted by the old man. Then he hung up the physician's banner and opened his clinic for business.

Gunfire from the grass stopped first, then the shots from the convoy ceased as well, leaving both sides at a stalemate.

She glanced sideways: it was a bed, identical to the bunk beds in the dormitory, but the blankets and sheets were green and white striped. In her memory, this color was only used in the dorms of students in their third year and above.

Chen Xueqi enthusiastically added salad oil and seasonings, looking every bit the professional barbecue chef.