Chapter 31: Help Me to the Restroom

After returning to her seat, Zhong Xiaoyao smiled again and asked Zheng Qian how he had done.

"Not bad, not bad, very good!"

After a few drinks, everyone began to loosen up. Whether they could sing or not, they all took turns going up to belt out a few lines. Even Xia Xixi, who was always meticulous about her work, went up to sing "Red High Heels." Deng Shuxin and Zhong Xiaoyao seemed to be competing with each other, eventually settling into a rotation on stage. However, Zhong Xiaoyao used...

The paper figure was draped in a raincoat; if one didn't look closely, they might even mistake it for a corpse lying there.

He remembered that in the past, Rong Fei needed to maintain her on-screen image, strictly controlling her diet and consuming very little each day.

By disrupting the normal training sessions of the workshop, the writers only learned the three "street-tier" techniques he taught.

She wanted to open this gift by hand to see what was inside, and with so many people guarding her, she wasn't worried about any safety issues.

Beijing is under the Emperor's feet; if it cannot be held in the Emperor's hands, it is a massive disaster. Today’s event is the best warning.

"..." Li Yunlong looked at Chu You’s cold profile with a puzzled expression, her hand clutching her handkerchief freezing in place.

Song Ruyun’s expression changed visibly. Life outside was getting easier to navigate; she was so beautiful, how could she spend her whole life stuck in this place?

"Hehe!" Yun Qing gave an embarrassed laugh. Everyone should be able to recognize the Peakless Sword Technique, right? If they couldn't, it just meant she hadn't even touched the surface yet.

But since she had already said it, she had to bite the bullet and face everyone’s gaze, putting on a calm facade. At worst, she could clarify it later.

Since there was still enough food on the three roll-on/roll-off ships and the various warships, and they didn't know if the food of this era would be suitable for modern people, the time-travelers were still eating their own supplies, waiting until the food of this era could be tested before consuming it.

Moreover, after the People's Army occupied Beijing, they maintained strict discipline, did not disturb the people, and struck out against the foreigners, winning the praise of many Beijing residents. Coupled with effective propaganda, the residents of Beijing were very eager to sign up for the army.

Feng Xingliang and his martial soul exploded with speed in an instant, lunging fiercely toward the massive dragon claw that had reached out.

"Let's go! Find a place to station ourselves and wait for Chen Yifei's notification." Liu Lin did not answer, just said this and turned to fly out of Asia.

Having exhausted his body by mastering the Heavenly Demon Blood Arts, only to still lose to Bai Feng, left Sen Tu feeling deeply humiliated.

"It's absolutely delicious..." Zhou Nan naturally knew what Liu Chao was hesitating about, so she picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his bowl.

They wanted to become attendants to Princess Qingyou mainly because they wanted to join a more stable and powerful team.

On the virtual screen in his mind, a fusion progress bar had long since appeared, surging rapidly upward until it stalled at twenty-two percent.

Indeed, it would be no exaggeration to say her family was the wealthiest in the Golden Continent. After all, every treasure in the Golden Continent was under the surveillance of the monitor, and all ownerless treasures could be said to belong to the Zhang family.

"Sigh! If not for my old friend, I truly wouldn't have been able to comprehend this move. I wonder if he can intervene? With him here, the chances of success would be much greater!" Gong Butian fell into deep thought again, his brow furrowed.

As it turned out, when they arrived, there were still many empty seats at the Drunken Fairy Pavilion, but in the blink of an eye, it was packed. The crowd kept coming, and everyone outside now was there for him.

In short, each side had its own argument, and before the competition had even begun, the audience stands were in an uproar.

The snow-white body was very similar to the "White Dragon" of Mount Huckleberry, but the difference in size was more than tenfold.

In this extremely urgent situation, the young master suddenly sensed something within his spiritual consciousness, steeled his heart, and flew toward that location.

The dual-blade Card Master looked in disbelief at the arrow piercing his chest, then looked at "Falling Leaf," who wore a mocking expression behind him.

With a series of muffled thuds, the five agents lost all consciousness before they could even draw the pistols from their waists.

Sang Xingye went over it in his mind and felt a sense of dread. Could this tattered hat actually be Kangxi’s? Would such a famous monarch in history wear something so extravagant? It seemed like an impossible thing.

The past, the past—everything was already so far away from him, making it feel like a game, like a dream.

Wearing the black robe that offered concealment, Ye Zheng walked to the entrance of the Poisonous Corpse Blood Lands. He didn't greet anyone and chose to teleport directly into the dungeon.

"Sorry, we were here before this morning. If you are counting on the Knight Army stationed here, you will only see them in hell." Xelamatis stretched his long neck.

Proof of the Wolf King: A guild item reward obtained after defeating the legendary boss, the Werewolf Emperor. The werewolf race respects strength above all; any powerhouse holding the Proof of the Wolf King can obtain the unanimous support of all werewolf soldiers and holds the right to rule the entire werewolf race.

They had already wasted three days detouring from Chuanhuai to Juyu, and spent another seven days in the Holy Spirit Space. By the time they killed the Taowu and woke up, thirteen days had already passed.

The two men looked gaunt and haggard, like refugees who had just walked out of a desert. Their clothes were disheveled, nowhere to be found was the air of the great general or the grace of the top scholar from before.

Gu Tingxuan watched Shen Muxi in the room for a while; he knew what day it was, but some things still had to be dealt with.

"Why is that?" Taishu Moze grabbed Feng Tian’s wrist, not using any force, just holding it gently.

Chu Ya left the second floor with Aunt Hu to continue strolling through the levels, and in the end, they found that the entire morning had slipped away.

Xuan Yi’s strikes were clean and deep. Within a few breaths, quite a bit of black blood began to seep slowly from the wounds.