Volume One, Chapter 63: Didn't You Try to Tempt Him with Money?

"That's right, just one yuan," Yun Mojiu smiled gently.

The old man's eyes brimmed with tears in an instant.

Seeing that he was moved, Yun Mojiu pointed to the stool in front of him. "Please, have a seat." Then she told Gu Ling, "Pour a glass of water for the gentleman."

The old man's lips were cracked, and he seemed quite thirsty.

"Thank you...thank you, Master!" The old man was deeply moved.

Once he sat down, Yun Mojiu asked, "Do you have a photograph of your relative?"

Agent Hill walked forward and exchanged a few words with Misty Knight, then emphasized the confidentiality policy and issued a gag order.

Elsewhere, Lin Yueyue remained in the monitoring room, observing the situation in the bar's main hall, zooming in on Gu Daidai's side and watching closely.

Though they had waited a day and night, they'd rushed from the capital to Nanxia County without rest, then endured those bizarre events within the city.

Bai Mo did not answer. He wore his backpack and stared sullenly at the Rose Moon ship stuck on the beach; the bottomless darkness of his eyes burned with fierce black flames.

After sending those two words, Luo Lingchuan immediately left the office and headed straight for the palace.

Heaven knows, a torpedo could suddenly drop from the seabed, and Mickey, by some strange chance, might swallow it.

I felt awkward. Teacher Siye sighed softly, lowering his face. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have asked if you liked me; it's easy to cause misunderstanding and make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to clarify things, so your heart can be at peace?" He looked up at me again, his long, handsome eyes shimmering with a trembling light.

Besides, Night Luo Yunhuang's strength had indeed vanished at that time; he was sent into the secret realm. How did he survive?

"Your Highness! Just endure a little longer, everything will be alright!" Yu Wei stroked Murong Mufeng's furrowed brow. Murong Mufeng felt Yu Wei by his side, and his emotions gradually calmed.

Before long, a procession of several hundred people, holding more than a hundred torches aloft, followed Gu Youlan's lead into the crevice.

Su Mohan ignored the swirling undercurrents between Leng Tingjun and Yin Chenxi and proposed on her own, "Let's put it differently. If you had the chance to become a princess, king, prime minister, or general, which would you choose?"

Baril and the others, watching from the wall with confusion, had no idea danger was approaching. When the fuse was lit, none of them managed to escape.

Su Mohan casually handed the invitation card to her foolish brother, issuing orders without the slightest courtesy.

This is my guess, because when the old man wandered before me, rambling on, his words seemed to convey a profound mastery over fire-attributed spiritual roots.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling immediately pinched her nose in disgust, though the astonishment on her face did not diminish.

A bold inscription stood out on the door plate. It was very quiet around, with no one else present. He Chen glanced back, and the duty officer knocked on the door.

Ye Chenxi could see that everyone was rather restrained, unable to relax in his presence, so he suggested some drinks to ease the atmosphere: "Let's start with a case of beer, chilled, and a large bottle of Sprite." He also asked the waiter if unopened bottles could be returned, receiving an affirmative answer.

Having come to the riverside, there was still an incense stick's time before the meeting. On the side of Khurasan, all was quiet. Ali Shirwood looked at the unconscious Muhammad inside, feeling somewhat conflicted. Although Muhammad had indeed treated the Ali family kindly, with the collapse imminent, he had no choice but to seek higher ground.

Sometimes, film pre-production takes a very long time. Although Jia Zhangke's films can't be formally approved, since the project would never pass the authorities, it can only be described as an underground film plan, which fits the circumstances of a banned movie.