Chapter 148 Ouyang Junyan is Here

Fang Zhiyin really felt like swearing!

She was just a screenwriter! A storyteller, not an actress! Besides, wasn't she just standing in as a back-view double?! What was with demanding expressions from her?!

This female lead was clearly messing with her on purpose!!

"Ms. Zhao!" Unable to bear it any longer, Fang Zhiyin called out the female lead's name, "Why are you always targeting me?!"

She said this right in front of Zong Zeping.

Zong Zeping was a shrewd man and instantly figured out what was going on. "What's going on between the two of you?"

The female lead, Zhao Shuchang, hadn't expected Fang Zhiyin to bring it up so bluntly. She froze for a moment, then played the victim and complained to Zong Zeping, "Director, I didn't do anything!"

"That day, I sent many people to rescue him. But in the end, all that was found was a corpse, and in his hand, he was still tightly clutching a shattered photograph." As Shao Chen spoke, he took that photograph out of his wallet; indeed, it was torn and incomplete.

He chose to make his move at night. Before doing so, he made a special trip back to the mobile phone plane and selected a remote mountain range as the dumping ground for the cargo ship he had hijacked.

Upon hearing that a White Wizard had fallen, shouldn't there be a reaction of shock and disbelief? What was with this look of eager anticipation?

"Later, of course, I killed her. Now that someone is giving you a lesson, doesn't that prove everything?" Teacher Eastwood placed a beautiful stone cup with unique rock textures onto the desk, his single eye calmly sweeping across the classroom.

He finally walked out. Judging by his miserable, dejected appearance, he looked as though he were being escorted to an execution ground.

Amidst the gentle breeze, Heitu clenched his fists tightly, his short black hair fluttering lightly... as he turned around and led the Rock Ninja away.

As time passed, fewer and fewer contestants remained in the Winter Forest Mountains. A month later, fewer than twenty people were left on this battlefield. And the Radiant Dragon, which had eliminated the most contestants so far, had only taken out twenty-six.

Just as Zongfang had anticipated, everyone eventually found similar strands of hair at the various crime scenes.

Under the silvery moonlight, Wu Yong lowered his head and kissed those alluring red lips. His mind instantly went blank with a loud "boom," his heart completely filled with overwhelming happiness.

Awakening slowly, Bai observed his surroundings and immediately realized that two people were missing. A sorrowful expression unconsciously appeared on her pretty face.

Sleeping until five in the morning, just as the roosters began to crow, Liu Chan and the others—urged on by Zhao Yun—went to the grassy field behind the inn to practice their martial arts diligently at dawn.

They had nothing to do for the afternoon, so they simply brewed two new jars of apricot blossom wine, making a pact to drink and make merry together at this exact time next year.

Despite Li Xiaojun's fierce counterattack, which resulted in over forty auxiliary soldiers being wounded or killed by incoming arrows, they managed to smash four of the enemy's siege ladders and inflict casualties of over eighty Tartar soldiers.

"Naturally, it's that Quanke, the one with ties to the Sea-People and who is proficient in the art of taming ocean creatures," Liu Chan said with a sly smile.

Yedu grew closer by the step; the stern faces of the garrison soldiers, their ferocious scale armor, and their sabers and spears glinting with a cold light were clearly visible.

To put it nicely, his master was too straightforward; to put it bluntly, his master was a few cards short of a full deck. Even with one's knees, one could figure out who would have gifts openly carried through the front gates of the provincial governor's residence, vaulting over roofs and ridges, right in full view of everyone?

She wanted to tell Yunxiao that life never had "what-ifs," and love did not care who came first. Take her and him, for instance—they had known each other for so long, yet in the end, hadn't they failed to fall in love?

While every child in the school was wondering how to celebrate the Red May, only Song Ersheng was still pondering this question.

Behind every single siege ladder followed a squad of commoners. Li Xiao knew that these people were essentially expendable; the moment the commoners carrying the ladder in front died, these people could immediately step up to take their place.

The person I had been longing to see was now suddenly standing right in front of me, leaving me momentarily at a loss as to what expression I should wear to face him. I had countless questions I wanted to ask, but would Song Tao actually give me answers?

"Hey? The rebels only have thirty thousand at most, while our army has a full one hundred and fifty thousand. Surely we aren't afraid of him?" another deputy general argued in opposition.