Chapter 81: A Narrow Encounter—The One Replacing Her on Set Is Herself

“You’re blocking the entrance. Let them do business.”
Lin Xiyu was skeptical of his words, suspecting he was boasting.
“That guy’s a buddy of mine…”
Wang Fan, afraid she’d refuse, added, “We play basketball together a lot, we get along well, and he knows Gu Bin too.”
“Where’s Gu Bin? Still at the internet café, letting you exploit him?”
When Lin Xiyu heard Gu Bin’s name, a clear light flickered in her eyes.
She sensed something off, but since he’d never go up and chat with these people of his own accord, she had to swallow her doubts and bury them deep inside.
With the tearing of magic and the clashing of weapons on armor, the once quiet and monotonous Hellfire Cavern lost its peace.
Then Mu Bai conjured a flying sword with his mental power, stepped onto it, and charged forward. He threw a punch—“boom!”—smashing a stone stele’s reflection. Like a golden-armored war god, he slashed his sword at the one blocking his way.
“Stop, stop! I agree!” Cai Jianmei’s sultry voice was cut off by Carlo, who was breathing heavily, unable to endure any longer. He’d experienced all of Cai Jianmei’s tricks in the song invitation over the past two days since the auditions ended.
The Fireblood Raptor shrieked in pain, violently flapping its wings and knocking Haichen several yards away. It stretched out a talon, glinting coldly, swiping for Haichen’s head.
Not just the Saint of Eastern Dawn, but the other four saints also revealed their sacred bodies—four magnificent forms in all.
At this point, Mu Bai felt a wave of pain in his heart and could only lift the wine jar to gulp down a mouthful, numbing the ache and hiding the sorrow in his eyes.
Su Daji arched her willow brows and smiled with such enchanting charm that all the men seeking pleasure along the way were utterly bewitched; some even came straight up and asked her how much for a night.
Xi Xingye had just opened his mouth to speak when suddenly a familiar pain stabbed his chest, and the world spun. He fainted again.
Fan Qinghui’s plan was that once Fu Cailin and Lü Yuncheng perished together and Bi Xuan invaded the Central Plains with his forces, she could morally coerce Kou Zhong to hand his power to the Li Clan, then have Song Que deal with Bi Xuan.
Meanwhile, Wang Yan was beside herself with anxiety, waiting day and night for Guo Weigang’s call—like a bride all dressed up, waiting for the bridal sedan.
“You all head back. No need to see me off.” Qin Xiangyang quickly turned back, ushering everyone upstairs.
At the stern command of the Master, everyone in the Dongri Blade Hall pulled themselves together, lining up in two rows outside the gate, waiting for Mao Miyazawa’s arrival.
These lessons learned from experience were the greatest gifts time had given them, the price and reward for the youth that time had stripped away.
“Hey, I bought you a new bar of soap—it’s on the sink.” Wen Ya didn’t understand Qin Xiangyang’s inexplicable obsession with washing his hands, but she still prepared a new soap for him.
“Harsh? Your Majesty, don’t blame me for not warning you. Do you know why I granted Meng Xifeng the title of Duke of Freedom? Just to make it clear he’s nothing but a leisure prince who should consider it a blessing to eat at the royal table—he shouldn’t harbor any wild ambitions.”
Tina looked at Zhang Li, her eyes shining. Unable to communicate, she simply asked Zhang Li, and when she got an affirmative answer, she nearly jumped for joy.
“I’m done talking to you—I’m going to sleep…” Before the words had finished, Feng Xi tossed this sentence over his shoulder and disappeared back into the necklace.
I turned and walked back to the palace. Zhuyue! What exactly are you doing? Is this your apology for what you did yesterday? How insincere!
As he spoke, his right hand opened, and suddenly, a strange, purple flame leapt up, burning brightly with excitement.
“Hehe, don’t worry, Brother Lu Ming. As long as we don’t run into you, Sister Ruyan, or Sister Reese, we’ll slay gods if gods block us and slay buddhas if buddhas block us—no one can stop me.” Puffing out her chest, Phibia declared with high spirits, pride gleaming in her eyes.