You're going to be the death of your own stupidity sooner or later.

Jiang Zeyu returned to the production crew for reshoots. After resting at home for a few days, Qu Wan's schedule caught up with her, requiring her to appear on variety shows to promote the new drama.

"Prison Pet" is set to air next month, and the promotional campaign has already begun, with the focus centering on Qu Wan and Yao Zhao.

Director Chen had contacted Nan Jue's side, but Nan Jue had yet to respond, presumably indicating she would no longer participate in the promotional activities.

The variety show consisted mainly of games, and Yao Zhao and Qu Wan had a wonderful time, playing and laughing heartily.

Qu Wan felt she was truly a master at seizing unexpected opportunities, as all of Nan Jue's promotional budget was now being spent on her.

She had never seen a supporting role's promotion rival that of the lead.

Simultaneously, Qu Wan received two endorsement offers—one for toothpaste, and another for eye...

Zhang Lan stood facing a pile of clothes, pondering which one to wear, when she felt someone embrace her waist from behind, causing her to turn her head involuntarily.

"Hellbird? That name is quite fitting and arrogant enough. I wonder if their meat tastes good." Ouyang Pengcheng always claimed that his pretty girls were absent-minded, but in truth, he was no different. Even at a time like this, he was still thinking about food. It seemed the word "foodie" was entirely appropriate to describe his current salivating expression.

Without further ado, the three of them each pulled out a piece of firewood and began carefully groping along the cave walls in all directions, not missing a single spot.

"You mean Rong Yalan has already decided to cooperate with Takeo Todo?" Leng Ran asked coldly.

Zhang Lan cast him a sideways glance, but kept her eyes fixed on his hands. Qingming brought his palms together, shook them, and scattered the paper eggs across the tabletop. Zhang Lan stared at him nervously. Qingming gently picked up one of the paper eggs, opened it, and saw "Fudan University" written on it. Zhang Lan remained silent.

People gasped: Qingming had been here all along. Xinmin and Liling also stared at him in astonishment.

"So, are we leaving now?" Ouyang Pengcheng was ready to take off. In the world of these extraordinary individuals, strength spoke the loudest; once you had enough strength, all rules were sheer nonsense.

Following his pointing finger, everyone saw countless glowing spheres rising from the lake into the sky. The light of the spheres was peculiarly mesmerizing, causing anyone who looked at them to drift off into a deep, heavy sleep. Before long, all the Alifa people were fast asleep, entering dreamland.

Hearing this, the Prince of Xiaoya raised his head and took a careful look at Fu Yunxi. Seeing that she was frail yet possessed rosy lips and white teeth, a wave of suspicion arose in his heart. He looked at her ears and indeed found two pierced earlobes.

"That was devotion, but I don't feel like devoting myself anymore. What kind of nonsense is this? Men are all scumbags, and you're no exception." Zhang Lan opened her eyes and said angrily.

Xia Xuehan attached great importance to it, treating it almost like developing a new product. For her sake alone, she could not give up this patch of honeysuckle.

"Did you remember?" Just as the Great Venerable wanted to listen closely to what Luo Lingning was saying, he only heard those very words.

Although it was breakfast, after two days of poisoning, his body felt completely hollowed out, and he needed a substantial nourishment to fully recover his energy.

At that moment, Shen Hehua suddenly turned fierce, shouting and screaming at Thirteen scabby-head. She had to force Thirteen scabby-head to tell the truth; otherwise, Liu Dachu would spill the beans about today's events, and she would be completely finished then.

Once entering the Holy Path, it would be sealed. Whether to let them out or not at that point would entirely be her decision.

Leigar lurked quietly in the shadows, calculating silently, waiting for the optimal timing to strike like a hunting leopard.

Yet she never expected that although the great hall was set up by the old man himself, even he lacked the power to break it.

In terms of looks, that Xuanji was also a charismatic beauty, not a bit inferior to Li Moli and Tang Peipei.

So... how to solve this problem? Although Cui Geng's mind lacked historical records of this recent period, he still had a general understanding of the later Bon religion's condition.

By the time Yang Heishan finished his phone call, the tea had already been served. Liu Dachu patted the sofa beside him, signaling Yang Heishan to come over and sit.

To put it tactfully, most of the early party members hoped to achieve their personal values through revolution. To put it untactfully, everyone hoped to gain status and prestige by joining the revolution and through its victory.