Chapter 132: Why Must You Also Criticize Me?

"Oh?" The director looked stunned. "I didn't realize Mr. Ouyang was such a romantic."

"I only recently discovered that I could be romantic myself," Ouyang Junyan said, his tone still carrying a hidden meaning. "But compared to others, I feel I haven't done nearly enough."

Others?

What others?

The director did not press the matter further.

"Director, please go back and continue filming," Ouyang Junyan said as the music ended. He stood up politely, looking the director directly in the eyes with absolute sincerity. "Our film truly cannot do without you."

...

It was late at night by the time Ouyang Junyan finally emerged from the director's home. He looked up at the pitch-black sky above, feeling a strange and moving sense of wonder.

"Hmph, what a fine father-in-law I have!" Xia Zhilong, still young and short-tempered, could not help but snort coldly.

Every member of the Proud Dragon team possessed two or three areas of expertise—some shared, others unique. The shared skills were for better coordination, while the unique ones served as complements, making the team's capabilities more well-rounded.

As Li Youlin spoke these words, the expressions of the various elders from the other immortal sects in the hall shifted slightly, becoming rather unnatural. The three elders from the Taibai Sword Sect, in particular, turned pale, their fists clenching involuntarily.

Apart from Fu Hu, who had only recently entered the Foundation Establishment stage and was preoccupied with Hu Qiniang, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators—including the late-stage master Venerable Fu Liang—all fixed their gazes on this native of the Southern Wilderness.

After the man and his insect feasted, they mobilized their strength once again, heading back in the direction of Turbulence Valley.

"I heard you haven't been sleeping very well lately, so, I..." Murong Feng found himself unable to continue, for reasons unknown.

Thus, this Zhong Jin, despite all his myriad faults, was Wan'er's current lover. It was a case of "love me, love my dog," as the saying goes.

Seeing the black-robed figure's movements, a fierce look flashed across Zhao Ming's face. With a shift of his focus and a surge of vital energy from within, a red light erupted from Cangming, and he thrust forward toward his opponent's throat with unstoppable force.

Pi Yuanshan, who had just managed to settle down and was in the midst of refining an unknown pill with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a sound of air being torn apart. He opened his eyes to see paper cranes falling before him like rain.

In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had passed through seven or eight invisible barriers. After taking one more step across another barrier, Ye Zhuo suddenly stopped and looked around. Just a moment ago, one of the several threads of connection had become much clearer. If nothing went wrong, the other end should be right nearby.

Liu Wuchen chuckled to himself; he refused to believe that a dynasty founded by "Yuan" would be without a few hidden secrets.

Qin Ming's heart sank. He recognized the Heaven-Stealing Hook of Creation; it was a lethal technique belonging to the Ancestor of Creation.

"Uncle Lei." Lei Wujue was the Lord of Five Paths City in Leizhou, and he was on very good terms with the Ye family of Yanzhou and the Mu family of Yunzhou. Naturally, Ye Feiyu greeted him accordingly.

After all, to continue the march toward Jianye, they had to first eliminate this force of Wu troops led by Zhou Yu.

On the third day, Ji Lingsheng rubbed his weary eyes in bed and sat up. He squinted out the window, where several new orchids were blooming in the nourishment of the sunlight. He climbed out of bed, unsure of what he should do, yet instinctively feeling that he shouldn't just lie uselessly on the boards.

Listening to these words and looking at the completely different Lin Jing before him, memories from the "unlucky fool" surged violently, leaving Qin Ming slightly dazed.

Although the battle with the mountain spirit had seemed easy, in truth, Qin Ming had gained a massive advantage by knowing his enemy as well as himself. Even so, after killing the beast, his own robust martial energy was almost entirely depleted.

It was a collision of energy strong enough to alter the terrain of the continent, yet the expressions on both sides remained largely unchanged.

Xu Beiguan picked up the wine glass from the glass table and splashed it onto He Nanxi's face. He Nanxi frowned as a pungent smell invaded her nasal cavity. "Cough, cough, cough, cough..." As she coughed and opened her mouth, a sudden, spicy heat stung the tip of her tongue.