Chapter 100: Did They Really Encounter Such an Improbable Event?

“When I saw you back then, I was truly happy,” Situ Wenbin said with a face full of guilt. “I’ve read several of your works and liked them all. The reason I chose this one was not only because I liked it, but also because I believed that if adapted well, it could garner a good response as an online drama.”

Fang Zhiyin looked at him with a touch of irritation.

“But the boss of LeX didn’t agree with our initial changes. After a few rounds of revisions that I opposed, he sent his own people to rewrite it, completely distorting the original.”

Fang Zhiyin couldn’t bear to listen any longer. Seeing her precious story mangled like this made her want to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come.

“Can this drama just not be made?” Fang Zhiyin clung to her last hope.

“If I didn’t chase after you, do you think I’d just let you go? Since we’re already married and out here together, we should be together, don’t you think?” Mu Sheng persuaded.

“Boss, are you really willing to lead us to find the Wang family and take revenge now?” Old Man Duan was puzzled. This bandit leader was calling a well-dressed gentleman ‘father,’ but this seemed like the best chance to avenge his deceased son and daughter-in-law, so he asked Fang Mu.

He had even traveled to other worlds to acquire knowledge, inhabiting 10,086 bodies scattered across parallel realms.

Because humanity walks a path with hell on the right and heaven on the left.

Duan Min seemed to be in great pain, clutching her head weakly, groaning twice before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed faintly to the ground.

Fang Mu had devised a factory management and operation system overnight, which needed someone to supervise its implementation. Laifu was the perfect candidate.

He had saved Spring Town countless times, surviving falls from the third floor and even walking on the ground with just his two buttocks.

Of course, whether this would work depended on the fate between them. So, even though he saw it, he did not intervene, merely watching coldly.

They say you can only think about quality of life after solving the problem of basic needs—this is undeniably true. Who would buy a limited-edition bag on an empty stomach? It neither fills the belly nor is practical.

Fang Yuan arrived at a seldom-visited meadow and took out a steel ball. Only then did he notice that the steel ball had somehow become more rounded, its surface smooth and glass-like, even reflecting light.

Maxiu did not ask where that research institute came from. Dailuo carried secrets—she had known this since they first met. But since he wouldn’t speak, she wouldn’t press him.

Next, Fierce-Bite Land Shark unleashed the Destructive Death Ray against Flying Kick Man. The next moment, Flying Kick Man was sent flying and crashed hard to the ground. It was unclear how many times he had fallen. Dailuo thought such an attack should have rendered Flying Kick Man unconscious.

“Wang Xile, from now on, study first every day when you get home. Only after your grades improve can you play. Do you hear me?” his wife said sternly.

“Old man, are you out of your mind? The child already has poor concentration, and you keep disturbing him,” his wife complained unhappily.

Everyone then turned to see the Sky-Swallowing Dragon Spirit. It raised its head and swallowed the sword dragon whole.

Li Wan finally flew to a spot near several stone pillars. Taking a deep breath, he drew in the invisible immense power within the space, then unleashed a spatial punch that shattered the pillars. He continued this relentlessly, seeking out and destroying pillar after pillar to absorb their energy.

The Sacrificial Town forbade entry by carriage; the strong must be captured upon arrival, flying in instead. The sky was filled with flying warriors, like shooting stars streaming past—those entering on the left, those leaving on the right—organized and orderly. This showed that Chang Tian Buhui’s management was effective; otherwise, chaos would reign here.

Once she understood, her eyes widened in disbelief. She had never expected a wet nurse to do such a thing and felt the ginseng soup she held was unbearably hot and disgusting.

The mansion’s owner was Jiang Bai Meng, the northwest overlord, residing atop the mountain in a splendid tower called Nightmare Pavilion. She rarely went out but wielded immense authority, commanding respect from all.