Chapter 51: The Guests Threaten the Director

Yu Zhisheng shook his fists at the director and threatened, "Director, if we can't go back, don't expect to have an easy time either."
"You still don't have enough iconic moments; we can help you add a few more."
Han Qian rolled up her sleeves, "How about we help the director add some iconic moments right now?"
"No, no, no!" The director's expression stiffened as he hurriedly explained, "I was just joking, really, you have to believe me, I was just joking."
Even though it was highly likely that no one would investigate the current situation, he still habitually played it safe.
Surrounded by everyone's gazes, Li Fei never expected that the remark he used to change the subject would end up roasting him on a spit instead. Words simply could not describe the wave of deep regret washing over him.
The young captain of the enforcement squad glanced at the scene before him, piecing together the whole story with remarkable accuracy.
At this moment, upon hearing Guangling's reply and observing his attitude, Bibidong felt an urge to kill him welling up once again. Such an impolite child probably wouldn't be welcomed anywhere, would he?
Watching the three spirit beasts chatting happily while he stood by completely dumbfounded, Guangling thought to himself: Wasn't I supposed to be taking the divine trial? What on earth am I doing now? Watching them chat?
In the past, their contributions were often overlooked, but starting from Project Twenty-Two... their names would be forever linked with this "Azure Dragon."
Upon hearing Bai Rongrong's request, Xu Xinran didn't even hesitate before sending her account handle. They were good friends; Xu Xinran wouldn't stingy with something like this.
He spent some money to buy a few rubber rings from the stall owner, and then, standing outside the designated boundary line, tossed the rings outward.
Three years ago, his cousin-in-law had slipped him a drug, leading to a hazy, involuntary encounter. Before he had even regained his senses, his cousin Wang Zheng had burst in accompanied by his uncle and grandfather.
"Very well, then this concubine shall try it first." Hearing this, Wang Min could only agree with utmost reluctance.
Feeling deeply unsettled, I could only step outside for a breath of fresh air for a while. However, near the cowshed downstairs, I caught sight of the old couple's two grandsons playing a game called "Pulling the Old General" by the house.
Yet, the success rate of the second method was rather low, because when faced with cats, large dogs tended to be quite stubborn, and a master's prestige didn't carry much weight.
However, the members of the former Thieves' Guild also wore looks of shock on their faces. Instead of paying their respects to Wu Yue, they surrounded Zhan Xiong and Lier directly, eager to figure out the reason behind all this.
He felt as though he had grown stronger, but his cultivation realm hadn't truly increased; the Seventh Heaven remained the Seventh Heaven with no significant difference.
What a magnificent sentiment: 'Noble in conduct and steadfast in aspiration, taking loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, integrity, propriety, and wisdom as the fundamental principles for governing the world and establishing oneself.' I have often pondered what constitutes a true Confucian and what the foundational principles of Confucian governance are. Although I have attained some inner understanding through countless months, I have never been able to articulate it so succinctly.
Clearly, horses shouldn't have been able to understand what Lu Yu was saying, yet for some reason, they actually followed his instructions and galloped straight back in the direction of the city.
He hung up the phone immediately afterward—evidently employing the stalling tactic most commonly used in official circles. However, Heixiangzi Village simply could not afford to drag things out now. If a fait accompli were to occur, who could they cry to?
Because it was entirely possible; someone who had experienced the dazzling world of the city might genuinely lose their mind upon returning to this mountain village if their mental fortitude was lacking. I wouldn't be able to cure that kind of madness, so if I were to intervene, I had to rule out this possibility first.
Gu Feng leaped directly down from the flying boat, then with a wave of his hand, stowed the colorful vessel away into his starlight ring before beginning his ascent up the winding stone steps.
Nan宫 Jueming didn't know what to do with him. "What on earth are the young people of today thinking? Refusing to enjoy good fortune when they have it..." Shaking his head, he picked up his teacup, turned on the television, and began flipping through the channels.
The dim and lightless woodland remained as silent as before; even the whistling wind that had just been howling by the ear gradually subsided, leaving a suffocating and oppressive heaviness lingering among the trees.