Wei Zhao turned to look at Zhao Gongming with an amused smile. "Elder Zhao, is it as I say?"

Zhao Gongming lifted his eyelids without a flicker of expression. "The rule of my Palace of the God of Wealth has always been this: do things clean and honest, and conduct oneself by the book."

"Whoever it is, if they hide under the banner of my Palace of the God of Wealth while gnawing at it from within, they are an enemy of my Palace of the God of Wealth."

"And toward enemies, this old man has never been soft-hearted." ...

Li Nanshan, meanwhile, had been left at home by the rest of them, watching the overwrought soap opera *Male Doctor Song Ci* all alone.

Compared with Yun Ji and Xia Ziyu, Mei Shu was naturally the one Mu Zhen trusted most among all, save Ning Ziheng.

From the very beginning he had suspected this matter was tied to the dark sects. He simply hadn't expected that the one he'd meet this time would be someone of the patriarch's level.

That the Chang family could say such a thing naturally meant they truly wished to submit to Lin Huang.

Originally he had meant to use the Scarlet-Flame Horse to take the new recruits down a peg, but never had he imagined that the mishap would instead, neatly and by pure chance, let Lin Huang cut a fine figure before Xuan Yuan Jing.

Upon learning the news, each of them, feeling as his assistant that they shared in his glory and his shame alike, had been so excited they couldn't sleep a wink the whole night.

Those companies wouldn't consider whether it was a problem with the script; instead, they would blame you for not putting your heart into the animation, which was why the animation never took off.

After all, it was simply too cumbersome! Never mind that the production time for this animated film would swell enormously; once the sets were added in, the picture would fail to pop out, and it would feel like overdoing it to the point of spoiling the whole thing.

Arriving at the training ground, they found five companies arrayed across the field, and Yang Rui and the others went straight to find 2nd Company, 4th Platoon, 5th Squad.

The other hand, reddened with sword qi that flared and dimmed, struck directly at that severed hand; the black severed hand was utterly dissolved by the sword qi, yet it bore a dense layer of black dots that, as they watched, slowly began to gather together.

"The phoenix is your primal soul," Wang Shengqiang said with a light laugh, explaining to Lin Ling. He hoped Lin Ling would be able to recall something; after all, judging by Lin Ling's inability to remember why she had wanted Wang Sheng to kill her, it seemed she had lost a good deal of memory, and that was nothing good.

That also meant that, this time, going in, they'd be lucky if one or two came out alive. Fortunately, these people were all men from the various vassal kingdoms; even if all of them were lost, Wang Sheng wouldn't grieve over it. What he cared about was how he might use this opportunity to scout out the situation inside.

Raising the lantern to shine its light, tsk, it was Old Sun! Right now, he was lying flat on his back, face up. His hands clutched his own throat in a death grip, his face a mask of utter terror. His body twitched now and then, but other than that there was not much movement at all.

When Ou Yuanlan was just past twenty, he had once gone off alone to study abroad in Europe. To him, it was as thrilling as Lin Qingqing's escape from the shackles of the Lin family.

She knew perfectly well that I even wished her dead—so how had such a thought suddenly taken her, that she should feign ignorance and do all she could to protect me?

The interview time was limited, because the greater part of every day was devoted to shooting the music video.

"What is the Ice Spike Spell?" someone beside them asked in puzzlement, and everyone else, curious, turned to look at the person who had cried out.

Then, all eyes involuntarily turned toward the several people who had earlier threatened to deal with Chen Fan once they got out.

The whole of Dragon-Tiger Mountain trembled violently, and then a great golden formation surfaced. It was basically the same as the formations familiar to everyone on Earth, yet with some differences: it gave off a cold, metallic sheen, and rings of spiral light flickered within it. The moment it appeared, an aura that seemed capable of shattering heaven and earth flowed out from it.

"I used to love eating these too?" Hearing Jiang Nuan's words, Lin Qingqing was a little baffled.