Chapter 158: Encountering an Actor's Emergency

"Director Lin!" Seeing an acquaintance, Fang Zhiyin was quite pleased.
"Teacher Fang! I am very glad to see you," Lin Hao greeted her naturally.
In fact, his team had originally made arrangements with another director, but forty-five-year-old Ouyang somehow managed to reach out to Lin Hao. Knowing they had collaborated before and that the partnership was a pleasant one, Ouyang asked if he had any availability.
Upon hearing that the script was written by Fang Zhiyin, Lin Hao agreed without hesitation.
Having debuted two years ago, the female lead was still exceptionally skilled at memorizing lines. Having recently starred in several dialogue-heavy television series back-to-back, memorizing lines posed no significant challenge for her.
As for the male lead, needless to say, he was an award-winning actor with a decade-long career in the industry.
Upon hearing such words, the fatty suddenly broke into a violent fit of coughing. Choking on his food, his face flushed red. Frowning, and having lost all appetite for wine, Wolfram set down his goblet, walked over, and patted the fatty on the back.
"What? Could it be you think those herbs are not worth the old man's using them?" Xue Qi stroked his beard, glaring fiercely as he shouted at Qing Yankui.
The next day, Lin Peng's father, Lin Xiao, hosted a grand banquet at home, inviting many senior members of the Lin family settlement to dine. During the banquet, Lin Peng was introduced to each of them in turn. Busy offering smiles and pouring wine, Lin Peng spent the entire morning rushed off his feet.
The Training Department was temporarily headed by Lei Ziming and Hook as deputy ministers, with no supreme minister appointed for the time being.
As he spoke, Ye Jingfeng lowered the Zhenwu Sword in his hand. Lin Peng immediately felt a great deal of relief wash over him.
Lear said nothing more. After sitting down, he used a concealed communication device built into his right hand to connect with an unmanned communication vessel at the base, transmitting the order that temporarily entrusted Bao Shouming with the management of the base's combat operations. It was unclear what material Hans had used to forge that arm, as the vast majority of instruments failed to detect it.
Upon learning of the matter, General Zhemeng realized it must be a scheme orchestrated by the enemy general, Mosangk, who intended to make a move against them. Believing they needed to exercise extra caution, he reported this vital intelligence to Supreme Chief Qiuluo.
"Damn it!" Gaia hurriedly turned and fled, but after running only a couple of paces, he suddenly crashed into a transparent barrier. Taken completely by surprise, the impact sent him stumbling back several steps.
The words had barely left his lips when the green energy in Rano's palm spontaneously detached itself, floating in the air ten meters away from Gaia.
As a naive person encountering such matters for the very first time, and with an utterly unreliable older sister whom she could not confide in, Lan Mei had no choice but to feel her way forward step by step.
The more I spoke nonsense, the deeper the smile grew on Ye Liubing's face—a smile brimming with a cruel chill, resembling intersecting blades of sharp ice.
The incessant rattling of chains seemed to vent the fury raging within Ke Yunshang's heart. He held his head high, his disheveled white hair reflecting the indomitable rebellion rooted deep in his bones.
Hearing Xiang Duxiu's analysis, the Demon Prince merely offered a faint smile, saying nothing further. Chijing, standing beside him, cast a questioning gaze, only to see the Demon Prince gently shake his head. The next moment, the frozen intent to kill and the demonic aura dissipating gradually around them vanished into thin air.
Just as the two were a foot apart, the waters of the Underworld River surged violently, rushing past them like an enraged dragon. The churning waves swept up Tianling, hurling him far into the distance. Immediately following, another wave crashed down. Tianling let out a despairing roar as he sank toward the riverbed, the heavy miasma of death swarming in layers to devour his rapidly withering form.
And the Leech Team, long boasting of being the most luxurious lineup, finally encountered the first team in their match history to surpass them in luxury—the League Team.
How could Fenghuang Ming possibly comprehend the anxieties weighing upon his own heart? For a moment, Ke Yunshang could only shake his head in bitter, silent laughter.
"Hehehe, what a lovely iris," a harsh, grating voice suddenly echoed from outside the palace gates. With loud thuds, several bee warriors tumbled inward, collapsing onto the ground and failing to get back up for a long time.
Down the mountain, a moderately wide winding road had appeared, its route built along the contours of the terrain. The snow had been cleared away, and occasionally an ox cart or a tractor would pass by, alongside the occasional sedan car or grass-green canvas-topped jeep, though their numbers were exceedingly scarce.