25. The Scumbag Chicken Peddler of the Naughties (Finale)

"Even in our Celestial Empire, whether it is film production or variety shows, the production team simply needs to put forward their requirements for the program."

Wait... others? This means the room might very well contain surveillance devices... Has she also realized that she might be under observation?

He first nodded to Tanchun and Xiangyun beside him, then straightened his attire before bowing to Lady Wang, Aunt Xue, and the other ladies. "Jia Cong pays his respects to you, Aunt, and all the ladies," he said, his voice raspy.

Physically speaking, this place is still in the heart of a bustling city. But entering by conventional means is impossible, as this area has become highly alienated, existing on the "outer side" of the world.

The crowd was shocked, save for Hua Xiangrong and Hua Diao, whose expressions remained indifferent, as if they were already aware of it.

"Indeed!" Liang Xinhui replied. Perhaps because he was accustomed to such responses, there was not a hint of shame in his demeanor. Instead, he spoke with such natural ease, as if it were nothing at all.

Teacher Li Cuilian would also occasionally wander over to Lin Chu’s side. She had heard much about this student from their homeroom teacher, Ms. Rong. Ms. Rong praised him highly, even suggesting that if there were any issues she couldn't handle while she was away, he was the first person she should consult.

"Ouch... it hurts... it hurts so much..." Ji Meina’s expression was spot on, vividly portraying everything from the initial mild discomfort to the final, intense agony.

Gloomy, overcast light fell upon the faces of the four: a blind man, a mute, a deaf man, and one playing the erhu—four old men with one foot already in the grave.

Beyond this, Chu Yun also intended to have a serious talk with Xia Ying to figure out how to rescue her. As for those who expected Chu Yun to spend a "wonderful night" with her, that was never in the cards.

He turned his horse around and called his trusted confidants to his side. As the group moved out of sight to a secluded spot, Dong Ping could no longer endure; he collapsed from his horse, and the others rushed to support him.

Upon entering the Justice Hall, everyone walked methodically to their respective chairs, though Meng Kang and Deng Fei consciously sought seats toward the back. Only after Li Jin stepped up to the main seat and sat down did the others follow suit.

It was clearly General Heizhan who had forbidden them from attacking, yet as soon as his deputy had finished off the legendary Shadow General, he suddenly turned and struck his own deputy down.

"The Emperor has issued a decree for you to purchase some gifts and pay a visit to the envoy from Nanlin," Wang Liang said.

Chu Yun was a gentleman who strictly adhered to the principle of "not looking at what is improper." Thus, the more infatuated Hua Hua became, the less Chu Yun could bear to face her enthusiasm.

He had already confirmed Wu Yun'er's feelings, so by invoking the Imperial will, he was essentially coercing her. He didn't want to do it, but who told Wu Yun'er to be so proud and aloof?

People are contradictory, and Liu Shuo is no different; it is normal for a common man to have strange thoughts at times.

After dismissing his attendants and exchanging secret words, Zhao Gou took out a medallion and handed it to Chu Yun, reciting the names of people who could be of use to him; with the medallion, Chu Yun could use it as a token of trust.

On the sidelines, Li Wei and Bird fought a battle of wits, their faces shifting between stony coldness and fiery outbursts.

At the very least, I could have the knowledgeable trio of Shu Laibao examine the strange illness, and I could also gather some information about it. Shu Laibao is like an old professor; the things he knows are far from trivial.

"Wanyu, I was just joking! Why take it so seriously? Is there anything else you want to buy?" Huo Nancheng immediately put on a flattering smile.

To be thorough, Sheng Mimi recounted every single meal the family of three had eaten that morning.

Seeing him speak with such conviction, and recalling the series of divinations he had just performed, Lin Qinghan forced herself to believe him.

The child was her bargaining chip. Now that Xu Wanyu had become the sinner who caused the death of her child, it meant she would owe her for the rest of her life.

Aunt Ning had been recuperating at the Marquis of Chongren’s estate for so long and had finally emerged from her grief; being scolded to her face by her younger sister, she began to weep once more.

But since he had decided to live with Sheng Nuan from now on, he did not want to hide such things from her.

He held this junior disciple of the same sect in high regard, believing he could inherit his mantle and contribute to the Qinglian Sect’s alchemy lineage for centuries to come.

His red warhorse threw its head, prancing handsomely as it spun around and trotted to his side.

This was a tacit understanding between the Urban Construction Bureau and the Tax Bureau, aimed at making it easier to sell off large tracts of wasteland in the northern district.

After all, the old Emperor still wanted her help in reclaiming the Shi Kingdom, so he likely wouldn't let her leave rashly.

Listening to Sarutobi’s words, Danzo lowered his head, his right hand clenched tight. He knew that sending men to kill Sasuke would anger Itachi, but he had gambled that Itachi wouldn't dare do anything. Now, it seemed his judgment had indeed been flawed.

Watching Gu Tuan in this state, Huzi wanted to say something, but after being glared at fiercely by Gu Tuan, he could only swallow his words.

Facing so many attacks, the Blood Corpse—now weakened to the level of a mere fourth-rank corpse soldier—dared not meet the onslaught head-on while trying to prevent itself from absorbing the blood mass. It could only let out a hiss filled with resentment, then immediately flap its blood-stained wings, transforming into a shadow of blood to dodge the attacks hurtling toward it.

The Huangyin Mountain Trade Fair was held too frequently and lasted too long, but once one considered that the fair’s purpose was to offload stolen goods, it became clear why it was held so often and for such long durations.

Jun Qingming stepped out of a private room and beckoned to Su Luan. Su Luan scurried over.

Yue Yiyi observed Tian Mingjiu, noting that upon hearing she was of the God-Child Realm, the girl had not become respectful, nor had she lost her composure.

Although Ghost Cry mobilized the corpse mist within his body to repair his Green Mist Armor in the blink of an eye, no sooner had he repaired it than the surging blood-colored poisonous mist pierced and eroded it once more, leaving it riddled with holes.

One does not fear an opponent like a god, but rather an teammate like a pig—that was exactly the situation at hand.

The officialdom is like a battlefield, filled with too many jackals, wolves, and tigers. Without a powerful patron, it is difficult to gain a foothold.

"You have come; our princess can now be resurrected," the head said with a sinister, eerie, and low-pitched laugh.

Murong frowned. She had been addressing him as "Senior Brother" for some time now, so why had she reverted to calling him by his name? But the moment she opened her eyes, was she thinking of Sima Jin again?

"What did you say! Yue Qiao, she..." Feng Yan’s face turned pale; the calm and indifferent expression he had worn moments ago was instantly replaced by a look of panic.