Chapter 94: Demand a Personal Apology

At night, Fang Zhiyin lay on the same bed as Ouyang Junyan. She could sense that Ouyang was always trying to get closer to her, as if he had something he wanted to say. Yet Fang Zhiyin was exhausted from what had just happened and only wished to fall asleep quickly.

Though tomorrow everyone would pause the filming for a whole day, meaning they could all get a proper rest.

“Zhiyin.” As expected, Ouyang Junyan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and finally, unable to resist, woke Fang Zhiyin.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Fang Zhiyin replied, half-dazed.

“I heard the director say we don’t have to work tomorrow… so do we have any plans?” Ouyang Junyan asked softly.

“I have none for now.”

I nodded to show I understood and signaled everyone to wait here. After all, what we were dealing with was a dragon—ordinary people would never be a match. Once I settled everything, I would return and notify the army to advance.

Brother Zhao had mistaken me for someone from the Tianzheng Sect, so his words were likely directed at Tianzheng.

Chen Tian could see that this fellow was nothing like he claimed. Today, he had dug up every bit of Chen Tian’s information and would surely try every possible way to stab him in the back, but Chen Tian was unafraid—such things he had experienced far too many times.

Though Pojun was hot-tempered, at least Ye Qianzhong could defend himself. But with Feilong, it was impossible to say.

“Haha, Liufeng Ying, you’re mistaken. I can stop, unharmed, anytime.” The pangolin boasted arrogantly.

That night, from the moment we entered the parking lot, Xu Li originally meant to use those rats to frighten us away. But she hadn’t expected us to be so bold. Later, when she learned that Zhang Ye and I hosted supernatural livestreams, she changed her mind.

Chen Tian nodded, listening as the man went to change clothes, then lay in a sterile operating room.

It was a bustling place, and the distant mountains stretched endlessly. Amid the woods, grand palaces shimmered, blazing gold and jade, enveloped in vital energy and rising purple clouds.

Looking at what he handed me, I could only feel speechless. I knew, since he had brought me in, he too would benefit.

The dress floated lightly in the air, two snowy shoulders exposed, her slender neck graceful as a swan, clavicle lines lending an extra touch of allure.

This Nine Heavens Divine Thunder appeared before Shaoyan without warning; while Shaoyan was still waiting for its arrival, he was suddenly struck by its attack.

“Captain, we’re back!” Larry waved enthusiastically toward the middle-aged man, who smiled faintly, his gaze then settling on Savin and Eliza.

Li Qiang gazed, transfixed, at the trophies, medals, and certificates, his thoughts drifting back to half a century ago, to those glorious days racing up and down the field.

He knew that getting Third Uncle to move out immediately wouldn’t be easy. Having already made a well-intentioned deception, he decided to let that lie continue.

Don’t ask how I know all this; I didn’t spend ten years in the mortal realm for nothing. I’ve learned much that I never understood before.

I really wanted to kick him right off the bed—the sense of indignation nearly made me explode.

Zhang Kun assigned his students to weed at the classroom entrance or along the cement paths. The rest were sent to the sports field, each class allotted a patch of land measured precisely at the edges, forming neat squares.

Sometimes, silence means consent. I had to work hard to restrain myself from cursing aloud.

“Fishhead Village reporting: We’ve spotted Target 2, heading upstairs via Staircase 1.” The intercom crackled with another message.

With that dispirited cry, many soldiers instantly lost their fighting spirit, ignoring their officers’ shouts and turning to flee. The Holy Army’s formation collapsed like a breached dam; countless soldiers began to scatter, now even the officers’ whips had no effect.