028 Out of Control

Qu Wan persisted for several days before finally finishing the novel.
Because she cared about the supporting female character, she paid particular attention to her scenes and thought deeply about them.
She even started writing a character biography.
But then she was informed that she wouldn’t be able to play the role after all.
“Sis, didn’t you say I could do it? I finished reading the whole novel, and my character biography is two thousand words long—you know how much that is? The college entrance exam essay is only eight hundred words!”
Ye Fang was just as troubled. “Who knew? They agreed before, but suddenly changed their minds and said there would be auditions, and only whoever fits best will be chosen.”
Qu Wan slumped, placing her phone on the table, and suddenly asked, “Are there any audition spots? I want to go.”
“Ding Hao, you’d better not treat this place like a movie. This is a real world, only time has gotten a bit mixed up,” Li Yunhe reminded him from the side.
But as the imperial rulers of the Tianlong dynasty, if the Infinite Immortal Temple were to slaughter them at will, it would surely invite criticism, which goes against the principles of the Infinite Immortal Temple. Moreover, Xiao Ling had no intention of relying on them.
The more Lei Si behaved this way, the less Li Yi wanted to take advantage of it. Li Yi helped Lei Si because he had his own plans, so he didn’t intend to accept Lei Si’s gratitude.
In Devil City, in the Yellow Spring Kingdom, a sealed tomb chamber was haunted. It all started with a terrifying ghost face seen in a bronze mirror... And that bronze mirror was the Yin-Yang Dragon Bone Mirror, though I’m not sure if it’s the piece I hold. Back then, we used rhino horn to force the ghost to appear, and saw its true form.
The werewolf soldiers were thrown into chaos for a moment, but soon they regrouped under secret orders. Their formation was much looser now; clearly the werewolf captain wasn’t dead and still had time to reorganize his troops, likely not even injured.
The ministers in court were abuzz, all looking at Yuan Gongyu with disbelief. Even many of the later faction’s followers were shocked; such an event was truly astonishing.
Beside them, a fierce three-star Yin-Yang master prodded Zhang Mingyu with a short wooden stick engraved with a pentagram, threatening him.
The bats flying in the sky turned to ash at a touch from this hand gesture, leaving not even a trace of blood mist.
“Nether Thunder? If it’s the universe, would it be a cyclical orbit?” Xiao Yi asked, confused.
But Luo Tianhua soon realized he’d been overthinking; when the blood dragon beast saw him, it was genuinely delighted—the joy of a windfall was clear in its eyes.
Pei Si’s leg was injured by Nan Shu, and though Pei Si’s side seemed unfazed, the Fu family dared not announce their connection with Nan Shu too openly.
“You may not know, but once the Human Guardian Token is issued, anyone or anything hindering the safety of the human race will be subject to a mysterious curse!”
It turned out that Sun Yabo hid all his secrets in the Cold Palace. It made sense—the palace was a complex place, and the Cold Palace was shunned by all, so his secrets would remain safe there.
Being able to live here was already an improvement; Pei Si comforted himself, at least now he could watch Nan Shu.
Guan Xi couldn’t make sense of it, but fortunately the three grand characters written in traditional script above were familiar to him.
Looking like this, he didn’t dare go to school—otherwise he’d become everyone’s laughingstock.
“Sister-in-law, are you going to rest?” Behind her, Orange helped Mother Liang in from outside, and seeing Qiao Yu about to go upstairs, called out with concern.
“A Yu, do you know? I’m a fucking joke.” When Liang Jingrui said this, his voice was full of sadness and mockery.
But before the couple could go downstairs, Guan Fusheng in the main hall had already rushed to the door with surprising speed for his age, fumbling to unlock the old lock that had seen many years.
Night deepened. Su Mingsha called again and again, the children entranced by her stories, none answering their mother’s summons.