Volume 1, Chapter 34: He Is Dead

Liang Jiang had no way to avoid it; he could only meet her eyes and listen attentively until she finished speaking.

In the end, the two of them carried a backpack. Of course, this time it wasn’t just Mo Wu and his group; other students from the Martial Arts University were driven out as well, numbering over a hundred in total.

He glanced at Bai Yu in the distance but said nothing, burying his thoughts deep within his heart as he walked toward Bai Yi.

Lin Haixia was taken aback. Before joining the company, he was actually quite familiar with Liu Neng’s reputation. However, most of it was through hearsay, and few people knew what his actual work style was like within the project team. What if he was nothing but an incompetent glutton who had only reached this level by betting on the right outcomes a few times?

When Sister Zhang arrived and saw Reba, Peng Peng, and Zifeng in the room, she was stunned, never expecting so many people to be gathered at Ling Rui’s place. However, seeing Ange’s state, she felt much more at ease; with Ling Rui around, all of Ange’s flighty impulses could be kept in check.

Furthermore, a ten-million-dollar special effects tutorial could hardly be considered top-tier. If he wanted to produce grand-scale special effects for a major production, he would need to master five-star tutorials worth at least a hundred million.

She had deliberately controlled the sound of her typing, pressing the keys as lightly as she could, yet the clatter still echoed through the office, making her worry that she might wake Hao Huan.

Zhang Yueyang felt a slight tremor in his heart. Unsure of what nerve had been struck, he quietly pondered, "Am I really getting old?"

On the final day of the test, he and the others in the guild exchanged QC account numbers and created a group, vowing to establish a guild together when the game officially launched and strive to dominate the entire server.

However, his father did not support his folk music, so for all these years, Bai Li had been entirely self-reliant.

"Your design is too unconventional; I honestly don't think players will buy into it." Watching as everyone else was won over, Zhang Yueyang sighed, making one last futile attempt to resist.

It was worth noting that An Xiaoxiao wasn't always cold and aloof; she had her moments of eccentricity too.

I swallowed the pill as instructed, but I could still feel the blood in my veins slowly congealing. My body grew colder, breathing became difficult, and my consciousness began to blur.

But today was an overcast day. Shan Zhiyu swallowed hard, smoothed out her messy long hair with force, and stared blankly into the mirror for a long time. Suddenly, she felt that her home was unsafe; some indescribable yet tangible and terrifying entities seemed to creep toward her whenever she was alone in the silence.

I admit I had never truly looked at her, even avoiding her gaze whenever possible, but her behavior today was strange. I couldn't help but ask, "You..." The words died on my lips, and I froze.

When the massive mushroom cloud rose outside the Crane Flow Dojo, everyone in the dojo was left stunned.

About an hour later, Ming’er hurried back to Lingbo Palace from the Palace of Welcoming Immortals. It was said that after Li Yannian woke up, she was somewhat delirious, babbling nonsense. Ling Xuan had prescribed a sedative to calm her nerves, and she had fallen back into a deep sleep.

Huijue went to look at An Xing, who, feeling that the man was a friend of Young Master Ye after all, handed his own over to him.

"Spirit Speech: Compass of Time—Unlock!" Deathwing’s voice suddenly echoed in Su Mubai’s mind.

After a brief pause, she swiped the answer key, held the phone to her ear, and spoke a gentle "Hello."