21 Male Supporting Character in the Entertainment Industry

A splitting headache tore through his mind again. His memories were fragmented, like a shattered vase or white clouds scattered by the wind; no matter how he tried, he could not piece them back together.

"Commander, in recent days, telegrams have been arriving from garrisons across the region. They report signs of revolutionary party activities within their jurisdictions and note that these agitators have been making private overtures to many of our officers," Sun Weiguo continued his report.

Not long after, Dong Zhanyun reached out to his elder. "Hum, Zhanyun, what is it? Have you encountered some problem you cannot solve, and need my help?" Dong Zhanyun shook his head. "No, it is just that I encountered something strange earlier and wanted to ask you what it was all about."

Yun Feng was struck with awe. Gazing out over the boundless sea of nine-colored rainbows, a gentle breeze stirred the shimmering surface. From time to time, rainbow-colored fish leaped from the depths, tracing arcs of light across the horizon.

"What are you two doing here?" The Emperor approached the Chengqian Palace, catching sight of Jin Roujia and Peng Mo in the gazebo from afar, and quickened his pace.

Seeing the Empress grow melancholy, Xia Jin realized her mood had darkened. She said nothing more, continuing to brush her hair in silence.

"Tell me, what exactly happened that day?" She was deeply perplexed. With the military strength they possessed at the time, even if the Southern Yan Kingdom had launched a surprise attack, they should not have been defeated so disastrously.

As the carriage rolled forward, Peng Mo recalled the curiosity Zhou held regarding Yang Hua. With nothing better to do, she recounted the events that had unfolded during the time Yang Hua served as a secondary consort.

"...preferably someone from the upper echelons!" Dong Zhanyun’s words jolted Wei Zixian, who immediately sent a telepathic message to the members of the Ghost God Palace.

"No way, I haven't heard a word about this. Since when?" Long Jianfei was extremely sensitive to such news; after all, Mi Le was a household name in China, a former state-level official. Yet, he was unaware of any connection between him and Niu Dawei.

Seeing him wounded to such a state, Ning Jiuer was momentarily overwhelmed, unsure of what to do. It appeared Shangguan Yun was beyond saving. The more she thought, the more she regretted, and the more heartbroken she became, until she could do nothing but collapse over Shangguan Yun, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ruoyao, we both disliked Zheng Yan, but she is dead now. Do not hold grudges against the deceased," Cheng Yanzhong urged, seeing her so agitated that she seemed on the verge of collapse.

Shangguan Yun was also restrained. Aware that he was in mortal danger and held a grave secret, he continued to play the fool.

The Abbot of the Heavenly Dragon Temple’s face darkened. He formed a mudra with his fingers and scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, the trees began to shift violently, spinning in a frenzy. Above the valley, massive boulders plummeted down with a thunderous roar, filling the air with a thick, choking haze.

Li Zhichen’s expression turned cold. With a leap, he vaulted over a dark tree, soared upward, and thrust his sword. Gu Du Changhen’s expression flickered; with a grip of his right hand, a frigid sword materialized, which he raised to parry Li Zhichen’s blade.

Tianhe took a deep breath, still shaken as he looked toward the direction where Sumu had vanished. He summoned his flying sword, stepped onto it, and flew back toward the path Sumu had taken.

Zhou Nan dared not summon his usual card units here, for the nuclear radiation was too severe.

Cheng Nuo ignored him and headed toward the director’s monitor, only to suddenly discover an exceptionally familiar figure sitting beside the director.

One second. Two seconds... One minute, two minutes... Ye Qingjue completely ignored Luo Wusheng’s words, his grip on her waist tightening, afraid that if he were not careful, she would break free.

However, one point was quietly diminished amidst the public outcry: the previous unfavorable rumors and scandals surrounding Liu Daofei. News always moves from one sensation to the next—there is no such thing as the biggest story, only the hottest. And for these developments, no one was happier than Li Haoyan.

"Haha, Yang Zhan, why are you always thinking about getting things done? If the world had more people like you, I fear there would be nothing left for the world to do," Old Man Bai Cao remarked with a sneer.

Watching Bishop Nandi flee beyond his lock-on range, Luo Tianhua had no choice but to apply the lock-on effect to the Holy Guardian Knight instead.

The agenda of the meeting was primarily to discuss whether or not to relocate. This topic had been proposed by the humans, who wanted to move to trees closer to the creek so they could lie in wait for two beautiful rabbits at any time.

As the two of them charged out, a chorus of rushing wind sounded from behind. A wave of figures, like a swarm of locusts, surged into the Thunder Palace, shattering its thousand-year silence.

Yet this time, there was a silver lining: the Houjin people had been dealt a stinging blow. Dorgon could not possibly fail to report this to Huang Taiji, which would be highly beneficial for finalizing the deal with Chongzhen.

The rainfall was so heavy that not only did water accumulate on the streets of the marketplace, but the flooding in many courtyards had already risen above ankle height. Even though the cities of Jiangnan were well-equipped with drainage systems due to frequent rain, the water had already overflowed the narrow, thin trenches and onto the ground.

The intense sound of gunfire told of a fierce battle raging on the other side of the sand dunes. Yet, something seemed missing; it sounded as if only one side was firing—why was there no return fire?

Through his phone, Liu Daofei heard the two foreigners nearby loudly discussing him, clearly filled with immense admiration for this major shareholder they had never met.

"You understand my strategy; only through division can we achieve results." He spoke plainly. Ye Zhen was convinced the Vice Sect Leader had such intentions. To reach this age and this station, the Vice Sect Leader must have employed various means; how could he not have entertained such thoughts? Perhaps he dared not act, but he had certainly considered it.

Ever since I learned of Wang Yingzu’s treason, I have held no affection for his family. Now that Wang Zhan had wounded me without a word, the murderous intent in my heart completely overwhelmed my mind.