Chapter 31: The Vase Actress Who Is a Fake Heiress in Modern Society (31)

Xiandu ended the broadcast with a heavy heart. While scrolling through Weibo, she saw that Su Jinnian had reposted the announcement for the premiere of *Justice* to help promote it.

Su Jinnian was an actor by trade; most of his fanbase consisted of career-focused supporters, with a small minority of "girlfriend fans," though many of the latter had drifted away during the half-year hiatus when he had no projects.

The promotional stills for *The Legend of Zhaoming* had been released long ago. The intimate poses between Xiandu and Su Jinnian in these photos had attracted a segment of "shipper" fans, who had even gone so far as to establish a dedicated fan group for the couple.

Amidst the fierce combat, the eyes of the sixteen turned toward the high-rise building. They were pushing forward on the battlefield, with only a hundred meters left to go, but the grey-armored warriors among the enemy remained a problem. As the sixteen gathered together, their movements drew the attention of the grey-armored warriors, of which there were still over three hundred.

Before one realized it, afternoon had passed. The setting sun in the west began to cast a faint crimson glow, making the surrounding clouds look as if they were ablaze.

Countless years ago, his master, Iguskas, and Gorbachev had both been supreme gods, yet they were also close friends.

"Annie, watch your language." Yun Tianlan truly did not understand why Charlie had let her move in.

Seeing these two figures clearly, Jin Shisan, who was hiding in the shadows with Wang Hao and using a giant boulder for cover, grew visibly agitated.

System Notification: Under the pressure of the immense undead power emanating from the Bull King, your god-level skill, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin," has automatically activated its protective effect.

"Brother Chen..." Hong Yu looked at me, seemingly preoccupied, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

However, just as Qin Yang was inwardly regretting his inability to truly let loose, the leading member of the joint defense force lunged at him, followed by four or five others, all of them looking fierce and aggressive.

Yang Meishan, who had been abroad for nearly a month, had been back for less than half a day when she heard from a neighbor that Shui Qing had run into trouble. She called to say she wanted to visit, but Shui Qing, complaining of boredom at home, invited her over instead. Upon seeing her, Yang noticed that while her face looked a bit weary, her spirits were remarkably high.

"Hmph, what a useless waste!" Chris cursed, though it was unclear whether he was berating Alan or the duo of Bill and Walker.

This guy was as arrogant as ever; to be this brazen even in the Heaven Beyond Heaven was simply suicidal.

A genius might be allowed to fail, perhaps once, but to fail repeatedly—it would be hard to claim the title of genius then.

The Fire Phoenix let out a haughty, cold snort. She glanced sideways at Ma Dong, her eyes flickering with what seemed to be dissatisfaction that he had stood by and watched without intervening, before continuing her stride forward.

It was a tactic of feigned ignorance, exposing himself to everyone's gaze so that the Sun family would not dare to move against him lightly.

Speaking in a leisurely tone, Song You appeared indolent, yet his voice drowned out the clamor of the Beggar Sect disciples.

A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm descended from the sky, striking the dragon egg. The shell shattered instantly, and the egg was reduced to pieces on the ground.

A space-time tunnel is of a much higher order than the spatial rifts used by the World Will to expel intruders; even a Tier 5 master would face immense danger entering one rashly, with almost no chance of survival.

It was early spring, and after a bout of spring snow, the skies had remained overcast for three or four consecutive days. Ling Yanzhang held Long Teng and Ye Meijing captive, forcing them to travel in haste, day and night. By evening on this day, they reached a desolate wilderness and found a sheltered spot to light a fire for warmth.

As a company focused on the development and sale of new energy, with a scale that ranked among the global top 500, every employee working there possessed an innate sense of superiority.

Sure enough, just as Yi Han finished speaking, the great hall began to tremble, as if hit by an earthquake.

The Prince of Jin sat inside his carriage, listening to the murmurs of the commoners outside, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"You would go to save him? Why? I remember you didn't get along well with him." Yu Ruotong brushed her hair aside, smiled faintly, and asked in a gentle voice.

"This subordinate is unaware; I am merely acting in accordance with His Highness's orders." Qianmian shook his head, his expression blank.