Chapter 125: Finding a Partner to Write a Screenplay

After a moment, Ouyang Junyan said to Fang Zhiyin, "How about I invest in you to make a film?"

"What do you mean?"

"Doesn't my other personality run an entertainment studio?" Ouyang Junyan said generously. "Since the company is already up and running, it's only natural to invest in something you want to film, isn't it?"

"But, but..." Fang Zhiyin stammered nervously, "What if your investment fails and it turns out to be a huge money-losing movie or web series?"

"It doesn't matter." Ouyang Junyan gazed at her tenderly. "Give it a try. How can you be so sure it will lose money before you've even tried?"

Ouyang Junyan didn't tell her that if it really did lose money in the future, he still had other assets.

Li Nan was also in high spirits. With a beauty on his back—and given that he was slightly more handsome, had a bit more charisma, and possessed a bit more depth—otherwise, wouldn't others mistake this for a scene out of a play: Pigsy carrying a beautiful maiden? Li Nan thought to himself, unable to suppress a wide grin.

"Let's head back first, see if Ruoruo is seriously hurt, and then you can tell me the details," Jing Moxuan said softly, cradling Qian Ruoruo as he led the way.

It was the same transaction between the two of them, but this time it left Wang Peng with a sense of heartache, as if he were watching a beautiful doe sprinting toward a cliff, only to leap off without hesitation, all for the sake of reaching the rainbow arching across the mountain pass.

Because it was autumn and the weather was clear, the view was filled with the abundant sights of a harvest season. Wang Peng couldn't help but feel that taking a break from his chaotic and tedious work to breathe in some fresh air wasn't such a bad thing.

"'Orchid-hearted and elegant, pure as the drifting stream; plum-scented and rosy-shadowed, the peach-blossom face lasts through the ages!' Yu Xinyuan thought of the memorial archway beside Cuiyun Nunnery. But what he didn't know was that the story hidden beneath that archway was so tragic and humiliating."

Just a moment ago, he had used a palm strike to seal his consciousness and prevent the spread of his demonic nature; otherwise, his descent into madness would have been certain.

As everyone began to move, the Iron Blood Gang, led by the scoundrel, finally reached coordinate 2349. The terrain here was complex, nestled beneath a stone cliff and surrounded by endless vines and countless towering trees.

"No need, let her sleep." Yinzhen could hardly bear to wake Ji Wanyong, who was sleeping so sweetly at the moment.

A trembling body, a timid heart. Fear had clouded his inner mind, but suddenly, a domineering and resolute voice flooded his consciousness like magic.

Qian Ruoruo remained indifferent. She pulled out the dagger and held it against her throat. Her blood dripped from the blade onto her neck and collarbone, the steel sinking deeper with every passing second.

William did not order a switch to solid shot for a direct exchange. In his view, as long as the firing points on the Zheng family's open deck were cleared, these "Big Green Heads" posed no threat at all—this was far more efficient than trying to sink the enemy with solid shot.

Fortunately, he could see that although Luo Yi’s speed was astonishing, his strength had not increased. Otherwise, Wei Hu estimated that Luo Yi could have slain a master at the seventh level of the Life Origin Realm with just that single move.

"Oh! I didn't expect your business to be doing so well!" As soon as Qu Ying saw the lobby manager's expression, she knew he was having a bad day. She turned, smiling, and cast a sidelong glance at Ming Cong.

Lu Zhishen’s condition was much better than when he had first been injured. Although he still could not walk, he was able to sit up on his own, and was carried back to Erlong Mountain by his subordinates.

Thinking of this, Li Mu ran could not help but marvel at the mysteries of fate. Originally, a person from Earth like him should have been nothing more than fertilizer for the Sky-Touching Tree, but the end result was that he had eaten the Sky-Touching Fruit produced by the tree, which became the most important "nourishment" in his own growth and development.

"Could it be that we are truly going to be defeated here this time?" Hearing Nakamura's words, a look of unwillingness appeared on Huang Mao's face.

Xiao Zhinan’s heart sank all of a sudden. She suddenly recalled the scene when the two had parted ways in Jiangdu last time—that young man, who had not yet turned gray-haired, had sworn he would definitely come to the Imperial Capital to find her.