Chapter 33: Living in Fear

After it was over, Song Yanzi went to wash her hands, while the man cleaned himself up nearby.
Returning to bed, he naturally pulled her into his arms.
The next day.
Breakfast was prepared by Shen Yichi, accompanied by a bowl of brown sugar, ginger, and jujube tea.
The two ate in silence, occasionally discussing matters related to the company.
Shen Yichi was...
Neither could persuade the other, and neither would yield. In the end, Li Qiang left in a huff, and their second conversation ended in discord.
Although Xiang Yu was accustomed to using weapons like the Chu halberd and heavy spear, he chose them to best showcase his natural physical advantages. In truth, with Xiang Yu’s prowess, he was a master of all eighteen categories of weaponry; the sword was no exception.
The First Middle School was the largest high school in the entire city, and its facilities were impeccable. Naturally, such a high school department had its own independent indoor basketball court.

The film crew of the famous director from Hong Kong had started production, and Professor Mo, serving as a consultant, was naturally required to attend. His students, including the others, followed along to gain some experience.
E Lai let out a long howl and pressed his hand downward. Countless flaming feathers exploded instantly, and in the rolling, terrifying waves of air, all the talismans around the Antarctic Immortal were shattered.
Feeling an uncontrollable torrent within her body, yet unable to express anything, Zhou Yunshu bit her lip slightly. Her voice, however, was filled with an irrepressible charm, trembling ever so slightly.
Once he knew who held the remaining parts of the Heavenly Thunder Technique, he would undoubtedly exhaust every means to acquire them.
Li Zhi sighed and said, "This Duan Ze-tao is indeed outstanding, but are you really sure you want to be with him? Your father will not agree!"
Zhang Xun loved his soldiers as his own children; whenever they encountered difficulties, he would help them with everything he had, showing no stinginess, and thus he was deeply beloved by the troops.
Wang Man nodded repeatedly at Zhu Ziyang’s words, especially when his gaze turned toward Shen Mi'er with an added touch of admiration. Having gained the appreciation of her beloved, Shen Mi'er smiled brilliantly.
For the recording of the theme song, Lin Chen, after an introduction by Li Shuai, found Dong Zhong, a second-tier singer in the entertainment industry, to sing a duet with Li Xiaonan.
Chu Qingchen reached out, grasping at the noisy air, then curled his fingers and tucked his hand into his sleeve, smiling bitterly.
After finalizing the theme song and the ending credits song, the editing process continued in a tense and orderly fashion.

With the effect of the frost sugar and the sharpness of the weapons, they truly caught the Qing army off guard. The prisoners who charged onto the city wall immediately gained the upper hand, and as more prisoners followed, the defensive line on the wall continued to expand.
Liu Wei was famous in the industry for his good temper. If it had been anyone else filming with a newcomer and failing twice, they would have already lost their temper, but Liu Wei said nothing.
With that soul-stirring glance, Baili Jiu felt his bones go soft in an instant; his breathing grew heavy as he pulled Nuoya into his embrace.
Shao Mingsheng was not affected by Empress Shen’s encirclement of the palace. On the contrary, he remained calm, feeling absolutely nothing toward it all.
The pleasure boat drifted slowly away from the shore, moving north along the current, gradually leaving the noisy lake behind as the night grew quiet all around.
Just then, a heavy fog rolled in, and Ma Xiong managed to sink seven ships on the outer perimeter of the canal. It was Zhu Hongsan’s misfortune that the seven ships sunk by Ma Xiong happened to be the disguised gunboats providing outer security; now, the transport ships in the inner circle were completely unprotected, exposed before the Qing army.
"Hehe, since we both serve the Prince, why shouldn't we? As long as the Prince is well, we must, of course, get along," Liu Mei'er said with an even brighter smile.
"Slow down, drink some water first." Chen Naixi pushed the water toward me, and I gave him a grateful smile. Looking at Chen Mo, the guy’s face was darker than coal. He glanced at me once more, then lowered his head as if to avoid my gaze.