Chapter 92: Wanting to Ship a Couple With Her

In other novels, the cast finishes filming, then goes out to court investors and races to lock in a broadcast slot. Qu Wan had never expected that their production would be heading out to court investors halfway through filming.

Qu Wan and the second male lead would also be going with the leads. In a period romance like this, the second male lead was of course one of the heroine’s suitors, and the second female lead Qu Wan played would ultimately die at the hands of that disposable second male lead.

In the novel, the second female lead’s death was especially tragic; all the harm she had once tried to inflict on the heroine came back upon herself. Just thinking of that scene from the book made Qu Wan sigh inwardly. So whenever she saw the second male lead, she instinctively imagined him as the one from the story. He was going to torment her later, and merely seeing him made her uneasy and afraid.

The second male lead was from an idol group.

So the Li family really was a damn mess, its family ties a complete disaster. Fortunately, Li Yi had arrived now and should be able to reverse matters somewhat. Still, thinking of Li Tai’s disgraceful behavior, Li Yi could not help rubbing his temples in frustration.

But the moment Bai Yao spread his spiritual sense outward in all directions, his expression changed at once and his brows drew together. He discovered that his mental power had been suppressed to a certain extent; compared with his normal state, the speed at which it could spread had slowed by more than a hundredfold.

That vast, interminable line made Le Qi a little uneasy. She and Luo Jiuqi were probably walking in the middle of the group, because she could neither see how many people were ahead nor how many were behind.

She naturally understood what Madam Wu meant. All the women living in Li Yi’s main residence were his wives and concubines. If she moved out to live elsewhere, that would mean her status had changed—she would become Li Yi’s student. There was already a barrier between them, and if she also moved out of the main residence, the nature of things might change completely. It would be strange if Madam Wu agreed.

Le Qi obediently continued guiding spiritual energy into the stone. The result was that the stone first trembled violently, then instantly turned to powder.

But poverty gave rise to people’s refusal to bow before life, and it also made them burn with eagerness for living. Everyone struggled and competed for survival. In the eastern district, people did all the odd jobs and scattered bits of work that came from the central market.

It was not until half a month ago that a casino underling came to tell him there was a good job to introduce to him. Cui Da had not believed it at first. If it were truly a good job, why would they not do it themselves and instead offer it to him?

The old thief, the Yellow Lion, was just about to tear into him with his teeth when, all of a sudden, a crimson tail appeared at the rear of Ling Aihan. At the same time, the other nine tails of Ling Aihan instantly began turning an intense scarlet. The ground itself trembled, and I felt an incomparable force spreading outward in all directions.

“You...” Ximen Ding forced himself to remain standing and not collapse. He did not understand why he had failed to dodge those three arrows, and why he had still taken a palm strike.

“Master, what should we do now?” I watched in terror, inching toward the door.

“I believe all of you are elite disciples of Heavenly Crossing Sect and can certainly tell whether there is poison in the food and drink. Besides, this poison is not lethal, so it can only be considered a prank,” the young man said with a smile in rebuttal.

He had only gone out on some business, never imagining such a thing would happen. Guidance from an Immortal Master was something countless people longed for in dreams.

The words had barely fallen when the cobra slapped a hand on the table, making the teacups and the case for his spectacles tremble several times.

Li Ke was filled with regret, blaming himself for not hearing Tong Hua speak at the time and for not paying her any mind. Now, however, who knew when the back door would be opened again, and neither he nor Cheng Qing could get near that side.

“You want to submit to me?” he asked coldly, looking at the Lady of Wo’er, who writhed gently like a serpent in his arms.

Tap. It was the sound of a dazzling high heel stepping onto another stair. The Lady of Wo’er, dressed in splendor and sensuality, descended the stairs, her waist swaying lightly, her every movement full of grace.

She had been waiting for Li Ke, wanting to ask him about the voice message and get things straight. Yet after waiting and waiting, she had watched everyone else leave, while the important person never appeared.

As the sky darkened, the moon hung high above. In the inn, lamps and candles were lit, and moonlight filtered through the window gauze, pouring inside.