Chapter 145: Going Home to Have Dinner with My Wife

Jiang Zeyu had been shooting posters for the past few days. Having spent days memorizing lines, Qu Wan felt bored, so she bundled herself up tightly, disguising herself as an assistant to follow him.

Since she wore no makeup, simply pulled her hair into a ponytail, and kept a mask on, those unfamiliar with her truly could not recognize her.

"Sister Wanwan," Jiang Zeyu’s assistant greeted her warmly the moment he saw her.

"Shh."

The assistant made an OK gesture.

In the studio, Jiang Zeyu emerged after finishing his styling, but the actress had not yet arrived. Qu Wan walked over holding a coffee and brought the cup to Jiang Zeyu’s lips.

"Refresh yourself."

Jiang Zeyu took a few sips. "Let’s go home for dinner after we finish tonight. I..."

"Perhaps the old woman just wants to get someone out of prison and then silence them permanently!" Master Zhang sneered. He held not a shred of affection for the Xie family.

The elderly couple of the Jiang family fell ill from anger because of this, which is why the men of the Jiang family sent people to Nancheng to settle the score with the second Mrs. Li.

Pretorius opened his mouth slightly and uttered the word, "Go." The sound was faint, and its effect only influenced a single "feather." Following his command, a slightly larger white feather detached from the aura's shroud, drifting slowly toward Shen Lie’s position.

Ming Zhe finished off a massive beast with a single strike of his sword, then looked at Shen Lie and spoke with contempt.

Lin Xiang intended to turn back to bid Zhao Bixiu farewell, only to find that Zhao Bixiu’s expression was completely different from how it had been in the room.

The needlework room delivered a new batch of items today. Unfortunately, the color was the same one Yuan’er had previously detested, and naturally, she was furious upon seeing it.

Although the thug was tall and burly, he was not as skilled as the previous two, and within a short time, he was beaten to the ground by the crowd.

As he spoke, he pulled a crumpled flyer from his pocket. It was printed on ordinary A4 paper and had likely been in his pocket for more than a day or two, which explained why it was so creased.

Finally, the third young master of the Chu family, in a fit of pique, threw the teacup from the pedestal table beside his bed; the sound of it shattering on the floor finally drew people over.

After dealing with these zombies, digging out their crystal cores, and stacking the bodies in one place, a significant amount of time had passed.

Don’t let the Chitauri’s disregard for him when using him as a guide fool you; it seemed as if they could discard him like a spent pawn at any moment, but if he really wanted to leave, it would be a miracle if the Chitauri could actually catch him.

Returning to the Demon Realm, he saw the Three Witch Guards waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Tianci return, the guards were overjoyed and immediately stepped forward to open the car door for him.

However, the old man they addressed as "The Mandarin" showed no reaction. He simply stood tall with a stern expression, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the faces of the young men on either side.

How prominent was the Han family in Nandu? With Han Yu still the assumed head of the house, how must the old matriarch feel once these rumors began to circulate?

Bai Kang had already collapsed into a pool of blood. A knife was driven deep into his chest, and blood seemed to be dripping from it still; a puddle had already formed on the ground.

However, the sword in the Green Snake Spirit’s hand suddenly transformed into a mace, heavy and powerful, whistling as it swung. Unfortunately, Qiu Ming’s physical combat prowess was no less than that of a Mysterious Immortal, and his strength was immense; when it came to brute force, he was at no disadvantage.

"What are you saying? I find it rather baffling." I quietly withdrew from his gaze, though my heart pounded with an uncontrollable, rising intensity.

But before he could fly into the sky, Ers, high above, reacted instantly. His brows furrowed sharply, his pupils contracted violently, and the hands hanging at his sides immediately sprang into motion.

Although the Ancient One did not understand, how could Patch not know? In truth, what so-called magical talent did he really have? Those were merely byproducts of the divinity of his main god.