Chapter 70: It Was the Real Ouyang Junyan Who Came to Save Her

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Fang Zhiyin sounded a little anxious.

"No, it's not that!" Ouyang suddenly didn't know how to explain. "Just now... why did I say I wouldn't pick you up?" He seemed somewhat embarrassed.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyin couldn't help but get angry. "How dare you bring that up! You said I signed the contract without reading it carefully, so I went to the film crew to find Situwenbin for clarification, but the whole crew had vanished! No one knows where they've gone!"

"And what about Situwenbin?" Ouyang's eyes flashed as he pressed on.

"He won't answer my calls. I don't know if he's busy or just ignoring me." At this, Fang Zhiyin sounded a little sad. "Could he really have tricked me? They bought my work—are they planning to..."

"Peng'er, what do you think of the Flood Demon King's swordsmanship compared to the man from Heavenly Dragon Eight Chapters?" Peacock asked.

"So many people—what kind of world do you plan to develop?" gazing at the assembled army, Wang Hou asked in astonishment.

Within the Five Great Peaks of the Divine Stone Sect, each peak possessed its own unique sword technique. The Crimson Stone Peak specialized in the 'Rainbow Piercing the Sun' technique, the Yellow Stone Peak in the 'Blazing Golden Sun' sword, the Blue Stone Peak in the 'Dancing Blue River' sword, the Azure Stone Peak in the 'Dreamlike Blue' sword, and the Purple Stone Peak in the 'Purple Aura Rising from the East' sword.

In the World of the Reaper, there existed four realms—the human world, followed by the Soul Society where the Reapers resided.

"Once you've learned it, just practice it a few more times and you'll gradually master it," Chen Feng said with a comforting smile.

Long Hao stood once more before the Ninth Elder's door, but this time, no matter what, he dared not knock.

With repeated rumors, all kinds of fanciful stories began to circulate. If Ye Zhuo were to hear that he was now considered the scion of some prestigious family out for training, or the favored disciple of an eminent master, perhaps he could only smile wryly, unable to respond otherwise.

Snowflakes still drifted from the sky, while blood continued to flow across the ground; the conflict between immortals and demons had been reignited within the secret realm.

"Serpent, how dare you!" the giant ape roared in anger, both frightened and panicked. As the Thunderflame Giant Python crept closer, the ape found himself utterly unable to move.

Everyone knew that if Ye Zhuo kept forcing himself like this, he would eventually collapse; by then, if not dead, he would certainly be gravely injured, and even Fuhu might not be able to stop in time.

Luo Qinghan cast him a cold glance—was this the legendary 'a dog biting Lü Dongbin, unable to recognize a good heart'? To think he had saved him last time.

The world would be destroyed, for it was fundamentally uncontrollable—within an instant, billions of thoughts could arise, and if even one desired annihilation, that world would be finished.

Battlefield and silence—two words that should never meet—were now eerily paired together; time seemed frozen, and the entire battlefield was hushed.

Only on sleepless nights, listening to rain by the window, letting thoughts scatter with the endless drizzle, borrowing the wind and rain to fill an empty, restless heart, could one while away the unbearable loneliness of the journey.

Food was easy to solve; crops grown in factories often had better conditions than those in fields. But livestock raised in captivity never yielded meat of good quality.

In football, one vital profession is the coach; the coach leads the team onto the field, an indispensable and most important role for any squad.

Having tasted the power of a regional lord, Liu Bei was unwilling to submit. Yet he could not openly defy the court, so he turned his gaze to Chen Gong, hoping for a strategy.

Listening to his apology, Su Qingge didn't know what to say. She realized she didn't really reject him in her heart, but the fact that he had schemed against her still left her feeling uncomfortable.

This area was a 'free zone,' with only a few photographers, security, and staff. People inside could move about freely, and after the halftime break, Peter Kenyon returned to his seat.

Fortunately, there were no enemies in the New World. Rhode Island was at sea, and the Empire's homeland was guarded by a duke. A demigod was stationed there, with no formidable enemies nearby and five allies close at hand, so it was considered safe enough.