189 Even Stars Can Fall

Qu Wan walked over to the director and watched the playback of her recent scene.

That trace of shock was not acted out; when she clearly saw Jiang Zeyu's face, she was indeed extremely startled.

No matter how hard she tried to rack her brain, she could not believe that it actually turned out to be Jiang Zeyu.

"What do you think?" Director Zhou asked with a smile.

Qu Wan nodded and said, "It's all right."

Jiang Zeyu was still soaked in the water, wearing a mermaid tail, which made his movements very inconvenient.

He also watched the recently filmed footage.

Qu Wan's acting skills had visibly improved to the naked eye. There was hardly any trace of pretense left in her; those expressions did not look acted at all, as if the events were truly happening to her.

"What does Teacher Jiang think?" the assistant director asked.

The Ding brothers mentioned by Old Madam Lan were precisely these two middle-aged martial artists. Although the reputation of the two Ding brothers in the pugilistic world was not as resounding as that of the Hermit of Zhongnan, their martial arts were by no means weaker than his. Especially the Ding Family Fist practiced by the two brothers, which formed a unique school of its own and had few rivals across the martial arts world.

Junbi sat up and lifted the gauze curtain. "Jingheng, I know you have something on your mind. From those two previous occasions, I could already roughly guess the reason." She smiled faintly, her eyes revealing bitterness and desolation.

"Legend has it that within the heart-protecting mirrors of these twelve sets of armor lies a fragment of a map. If one can gather all twelve sets of armor, they can piece together a complete map, and this map leads precisely to the place where Tie Wuhen gathered the materials for the armor back then," the Lord of Shadows explained.

By the time these men in black rushed to Luoyang, Lin Feng and his two companions had already boarded a carriage and departed to an unknown destination.

Even within the spirit realm of the immortal island, fighting against immortal children who were also at the Post-natal Realm was not as thrilling as those few moments just now.

Generally speaking, a mobile phone number was highly likely to be the ID for social networking apps. Zhang Zihi searched the app for users using this number as an ID, and sure enough, she found someone named "An Ordinary Person".

After stopping and snapping up orders a few times like this, upon reaching the destination after deducting various discount coupons, the actual fare paid was only a few yuan, even cheaper than taking the bus.

Many Storm and Clouds players were lying in ambush nearby. After the last few ordinary players appeared, for about several dozen seconds, no one else showed up at all.

Today, Xing Yu was packing his bags in the showroom when he suddenly heard the roar of a vehicle outside. Raising his head, he saw that tycoon-gold Cayenne just pulling up to the entrance.

Whether the journey of life is long or short, it should be firmly grasped. One must always have dreams; otherwise, what is the difference between a human and a salted fish?

"Is this Word Spirit?" I asked with a look of astonishment. If it were Word Spirit, I should have been able to sense the elemental fluctuations just now, but I didn't sense anything at all.

The banquet was still some time away. For others, this period was a golden opportunity to network and build connections, but for Qin Feng, it was truly excruciatingly boring.

Zhurong actually guessed it the moment Ancestral Dragon mentioned descending to the mortal realm: it was either Yunlu, who had taken her immortal rank, or that young man who had inherited her legacy.

Thinking of this, he first gave Lu Xinyan a call. With the other side having so many people, Lin Feng wouldn't be able to handle it all by himself.

Compared to the people originally in the bar, the thirty elite members of the Red Alliance following behind Qin Feng looked at him with an even more fanatical gaze. Others might not have seen it clearly, but they certainly did—that thick, heavy door, yet Young Master Qin had kicked it with just a single kick, just one kick, and the entire heavy door came crashing down. What kind of terrifying strength was this?

"Just leave this matter alone," Shen Zhengqing rubbed his temples, not wanting to answer the question.

At that moment, accompanied by a series of footsteps coming from the room, a middle-aged man wearing Tang-style attire walked out.

Finding a loose-fitting dress in the wardrobe, Xu Yuan slipped it on, put on high heels, tied her hair into a high ponytail, applied a touch of lip balm, and drove to the nightclub Ning Mo had mentioned.

The An family could now be said to be rising rapidly, and the ranking of their head, An Yaozu, had also advanced by more than ten spots on the leaderboard.

Bihuo was startled. One must know that he had only received the news a few minutes ago, which was why he had hurriedly called Tang Feng. After all, with such a major event occurring, he had lost his composure for a moment.