Chapter 61: Buying a House for Yingying

The adopted daughter of the second master of the Sang family?

Ever since she arrived, she had thoroughly studied the Sang family. There were no daughters in the family. Her original self's father had adopted her, but she was never accepted by the Sang family. Aside from herself, she had never heard of the second master of the Sang family having an adopted daughter.

"Who on earth are you, and why have you barged into my house!"

A young girl wearing a pink princess dress tilted her swan-like neck as she descended the stairs, casting an arrogant glance at Sang Fuying.

When she caught sight of Sang Fuying's striking face, her eyes instantly—

Ren Chen immediately burst out laughing. He had never expected Tian Yan to be capable of telling such a freezing cold joke, especially paired with his suddenly deadpan expression, which left everyone between laughter and tears.

Imperial Concubine Jing was detained and locked away in the interrogation room. Once thrown into that place, chances were that news of her death would arrive before tomorrow's dawn.

Some nobles even went so far as to directly send their long-sheltered retainers and clients to the residence of Dong Chengzi.

Furthermore, the models of powered armor used by these individuals were unfamiliar to them, indicating that Last Star possessed its own mature and independent industrial system. This also explained the origins of those transport planes and fighter jets.

The Heavenly Gate Sovereign had set his sights on the Five Thunders Orthodox Method precisely because of its absolute orthodoxy, determined to secure it by any means necessary. He had dealt several ruthless blows to the Heaven's firmament Dao, resulting in heavy casualties and leaving behind barely twenty-odd members.

It was simply because the deities filling the heavens were far too numerous and arranged in a chaotic fashion. Twenty thousand strands of faith floated endlessly upward, making the countless deities across the skies appear solemn and majestic. Buddha light illuminated the universe, divine radiance shone upon the world, and their precious appearances were dignified and wondrous. For a time, auspicious brilliance shimmered, flower petals rained down in colorful profusion, and golden treasure lights flashed and danced across the sky.

He was a deeply complex person. When he first arrived at Mafu, no one knew who he was, and it was Di who enlightened them with a great deal of knowledge regarding Gongsun Long.

Few people knew that Gude was a man of immense empathy, well capable of truly comprehending the innermost thoughts and feelings of others. Yet, trapped by his own cowardice, he never dared to use this to communicate with people, to make a wide circle of friends, or to help those he pitied and sympathized with.

Gleaming spear points flashed like sharp lightning bolts, accompanied by thunderous roars that shook the void. The momentum was terrifying, causing even the low hill where the manor stood to tremble as if about to split apart.

The peasants of the State of Qin, on the other hand, were equivalent to independent contractors working for themselves. They handed over a prescribed portion of their wealth and kept everything else.

The Wangjing Tower was one of the tallest buildings in the entire capital and even the empire. Standing atop Wangjing Tower and gazing into the distance, the entire capital layout came completely into view.

He meticulously rewrote the script back to its original form, then arranged to meet up with Lee Lik-chi to bustle about for a few days, altering all the overly Americanized dialogues. After all, since it was going to be broadcast domestically, it needed to be more grounded and relatable to the local audience.

In the gloomy cell, the bailiff had already picked up a leather whip and lashed it fiercely across the abdomen. The blow made Yang Xu grimace in pain, and a burning agony seemed to transmit straight to every single cell in his body. Before the pain could fade, another whip fell; by the seventh whip, Yang Xu could no longer feel a thing, as he had already lost consciousness.

This mountain was simply too vast, boasting hundreds of thousands of peaks of all shapes and sizes, more than enough to comfortably accommodate billions of birds.

Song Aijia turned her head to glance at the smug-looking Gangzi, smiled, and said, "Everyone, please applaud and let our chief consultant, Brother Feng, say a few words."

It was naturally fine for a pilot episode to have a larger investment, since it needed to be exquisitely produced to attract viewers. However, once full-scale filming began, who could guarantee that such a high-cost investment could be sustained indefinitely?

The flying dart was seen striking straight into the assassin dressed in black against the wall, followed by a dull thud as the body hit the ground.

In this gloomy tunnel, a place no longer frequented by maintenance workers, municipal funding was limited, and the permanent lighting had long since ceased to function, leaving spaces for those walking corpses to survive.

A moment ago, Han Ge had intentionally left his words unfinished, likely wanting her to figure it out herself. After all, it was not the sort of thing he could bring himself to say outright.