Volume One, Chapter 117: Astonishing! The One Who Saved Film Emperor Shen Was Actually Her!

As Yun Moji appraised Shen Ye, he was simultaneously studying her with equal intensity.

Beside them, Yun Ruoxia quickly made the introductions.

“Shen Ye, this is my sister, Yun Moji.

Sis, this is Shen Ye. When I fell last night, it was he who... saved me.”

As she spoke, memories of Shen Ye fearlessly holding her as they both tumbled down flooded her mind.

Even though the rebel forces within the city had discovered the tunnel beneath Tongtian Platform, without guidance, it was difficult to locate all the reserved exits scattered throughout Qiongzhou City so quickly.

The audacity of the Bald Tribe was unmatched, yet none of the other Eastern Hu tribes responded or came to the aid of the Qiyan Tribe.

So why did Vignali suddenly change her mind? Because, unexpectedly, she couldn’t bear to see Yiyang leave.

Thus, Meng Qingxiao reunited with his old friend Wu Changjian, who had now ascended to the position of Supervisory Commissioner—an authority second to none.

Breathless, Yiyang stepped off the field, just narrowly escaping disaster moments before. He had once again saved the team, but there was no exhilaration in his heart. If possible, Yiyang wished the game would never come down to a last-second victory.

Yuzhi watched anxiously, helpless as she couldn’t divide her attention; the demonic energy seemed to be targeting her relentlessly.

People often say, "Man is iron, and rice is steel; skip a meal and hunger strikes." Jifeng agreed wholeheartedly, believing that in the underworld, ghosts are flowers, and meals are leaves—fresh flowers require green leaves to stand out.

Suddenly, around the corner appeared a tall man who blocked their path. Behind him, three cloaked figures also emerged to cut off their retreat.

“Zhuang Youxin, you know what’s happening in the manor. They’ve already broken in. Do you think I’d let them escape?” Krosso smirked, cigar clenched between his teeth.

Seeing the bulging veins on Zhou Yunlong’s face, the onlookers shrank back in fear, hastily retreating several steps.

The two divine beasts, seeing Zhang Ping accept the herbs, immediately sought to curry favor and receive a reward. Recently, with Zhang Ping busy preparing for the black market’s opening, they hadn’t tasted his cooking for quite some time.

In the desert, soul energy hovered over rooftops, occasionally leaping to a single point. The dreams that no longer existed seemed to vanish in that instant, as if swallowed whole by a fleeting illusion.

He had met Sun Yuanjie, who was fairly honest. Had he not heard it from Director Li, he wouldn’t have believed it. He furrowed his brow in frustration.

That stinky puppet clung to Jianghu Mengke like sticky taffy. Who could predict what would unfold on their journey?

At that moment, Yue Chong’s voice rang out, and the entire sky began to contract and close in.

When Ye Xuan heard the name, he realized the man was Jin Fa, but since he had already eliminated him, the name no longer mattered.

“Good, then this sword it is.” To prevent Zhao Xuejiao from changing her mind, Gu Xueqiao said immediately. This sword could still be of some use to them.

However, in front of Du Yun’er’s colleagues, it wasn’t appropriate to create too much of a ruckus—after all, it was someone’s birthday party.

The village had suddenly become lively with these dozens of outsiders arriving. Last night, everyone ate separately in their respective homes, but today at noon, for some unknown reason, someone insisted on making a communal meal.

Like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, the recent youth debate contest hosted by the Jixia Academy had sent ripples throughout the entire Qi Kingdom.

Li Yu on the bed was furious but unable to move, forced to endure as Wu Fenyun continued to prod him relentlessly.

“Tai Chi School’s swordsmanship is mediocre at best. If you have anything else, just show it,” Ye Fan sneered wickedly.