Chapter Twenty-Five: Boasting?

Director Wu forced a bitter smile. "Teacher, that's not how it is. There are some petty people making trouble behind the scenes. I was just about to appoint Xiao Yan as our company's star designer."

"That's more like it. If Xiao Yan isn't happy working for you, she might as well come with me. I need people—desperately!" Zhang Jingsen replied with a laugh.

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The sword energy, containing terrifying power, easily destroyed the martial skills of Fiery Flame and Demon Fang, its residual force undiminished.

Especially when accompanied by the one they love, this feeling made them incomparably happy.

Thinking of this, Xie Feng's mind drifted to the enchanting scene he had witnessed earlier that day and to Mingxuan's adorable pout when angered. An unfamiliar emotion stirred in his heart.

Because once Ji Feiyan died, Ji Wumou would be the unquestionable heir to the family. No other young person was as outstanding as him.

Du Youjia, satisfied after fulfilling her fans' requests, was preparing for something else when she inadvertently caught sight of Min Xianyi, trembling in the corner. Uncomfortable? Du Youjia walked over and gently patted Min Xianyi's shoulder.

However, the people of the Wu Fortress seemed unaffected by the beast attacks; there was no sign of guards every five or ten steps.

Hearing the cheers from the shore, Yun Feilong smiled faintly, spiritual energy radiating from him in five colors. With a flash of his feet, lotuses bloomed beneath each step, and he was already on the bank.

Most importantly, if this technique were learned by someone with an evil heart, it would surely be used for wrongdoing.

The watching classmates were stunned. One punch had made Nie Fei's nose bleed! Their minds couldn't keep up; they had expected Nie Fei to block the move with flair.

I'm sorry, Xu Xian. Unnie had no choice but to join forces with these two troublemakers. Don't blame me—blame Du Youjia. Everything was her and Yuna's idea. I'm just an accomplice. Kim Taeyeon looked at Xu Xian with an apologetic silence.

Upon hearing this, Fu Su almost coughed up blood, but unfortunately, he couldn't. He hammered his chest with one hand to express his anguish. “I've laid my heart bare for you, how can you still doubt me!” Fu Su shouted in fury, his eyes wide.

They're still waiting in the Netherworld for me to become the Holy King and bring them back to life—how could I possibly share a bed with Bai Yue?

One of the Demon Fin's hands, stripped of flesh and left as a skeletal claw, suddenly conjured a giant sphere of wind, within which faint wails of ghosts could be heard.

As he raised his hand to knock, the door opened, and Shi Jueming stepped out.

No matter what, Ren Jiayao could not allow Xiao Jun to return to Su Yujing's side.

In the eyes of the audience, the black Sky Hand slowly rose into the air, returning to its previous position beside the red and white hands, as quiet as a sleeping lion.

Military boots are waterproof, but that means sweat can't escape; each step Liang Zhiqiong took felt like wading through water. The constant climb strained her knees, and the relentless torment threatened to overwhelm her at any moment.

This final blow—success or failure—rested entirely on the brothers; the Four Symbols remaining in the spatial realm were useless.

I think so too! I feel like I'm just filling space! Yet another round! That's how it feels! All I can say is, I'm far from good enough!

Yet, for Hundred Flowers Valley to cooperate and not be subjugated by a cultivator, their foundation must be extraordinary as well.

Staying here is obviously impossible—not for Zhu Hou's Shrine, but to avoid harming travelers passing through.

On the bed beside her, long lashes trembled gently. Feeling the warmth of sunlight on her face, Jiang Yu awoke.