Chapter Forty-Eight: The One Behind the Scenes

That night, Yin Nian slept on the bed while Yan Ming took the sofa.

Both were exhausted from a long day filled with emotional upheavals, their bodies and spirits stretched thin. After entering the room, they washed up briefly before each retiring to rest.

Yin Nian fell asleep almost immediately; she was so tired that she could scarcely keep her eyes open. Though Han Duoduo’s actions and words had left her heartbroken, the truth behind it all was gradually coming to light, allowing her a small measure of relief.

Yan Ming, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. Despite his fatigue, his mind buzzed with countless images as he lay on the sofa with his eyes closed. The day had brought such dramatic turns—danger and excitement beyond belief—that even now, he found it hard to accept as reality. He recalled the beginning—

Elsewhere, Naruto’s Kurama had gained the upper hand, completely suppressing the false Nine-Tails. Meanwhile, the villagers’ resentment had amassed to a critical level.

With these thoughts, Chu Qing found his mood improving day by day. He spent his time in his tent, drinking and enjoying the company of beautiful women, living a life of utter ease.

Shen Ping introduced the concept of Marvel’s pan-entertainment strategy. Once internal optimizations were complete, they established a dedicated Marvel Studios division to produce films centered on Marvel superheroes.

It is said that silver weapons are best against dark creatures such as vampires and werewolves. But this ghostly wolf princess before them bore human blood—would silver prove useless against her as well?

There are now three major crude oil futures markets in the world: Brent Crude in London, West Texas Intermediate in New York, and sour crude futures in Singapore.

Without realizing it, another cycle of seasons had passed. Fang Ran still remained in his earthquake-proof dormitory, peering into the outside world through a screen.

As for the other rumor, it was even more far-fetched. In truth, the Mo Nansheng seen by outsiders was none other than Bai Luo’s elder sister, Bai Muer.

At the very center, a heart-shaped ruby supported the phone. The entire decoration cost millions of dollars, but in hindsight, it seemed money well spent.

“The Sixth Princess is still missing, but I’ll assign more men to the search.” King Nangong, mistaking Chu Qing’s concern for Chu Yunxue as genuine, immediately prepared to send people out.

Pudding pouted at the thought. So he finally married the one he’d secretly loved for years—was that reason enough for Mo Beixiao to show off so shamelessly?

Yan Li was not that sort of person—he had always respected her, never once forcing her to do anything against her will.

This time, the needle strike carried even greater force, and the poison injected was three times as potent as before.

The first half of Asakain’s words was serious, but as she finished, her smile took on an eerie twist.

No matter how late it was, shooting a period drama in such a place required time-consuming preparations—wigs, costumes—so they would have to set out by six at the latest.

“Here, boss. I just gave the thing you wanted to Phantom,” Ye Bai said to Situ Yan as he approached.

He couldn’t help but compare the Drunken Immortal and Li Xiaofeng in his mind, wondering which of the two would prevail in a duel.

Fang Xiaoru was not a stubborn man. He knew that if Han Yang dared challenge him openly, he must be well prepared.

She had never suffered from cold before. Yan Li was always there to warm her hands and feet, lending her his coat.

Xu Xinman was called onto the stage just before Su Niansheng. Standing in the backstage waiting area, Su Niansheng could not see what was happening in the arena.

If you think this will save you from embarrassment, you are gravely mistaken. Since we’ve come all this way, we’re not about to leave empty-handed.

“We’re family—there’s no need for formalities,” Mrs. Wang said with a smile as she left. She was grateful to Yao Xinluo. Since Yao took charge of the household, life had improved greatly for her and Li Yi. Managing the herbal storeroom gave her something to do—no more idle days spent in restless thought.

In Jinping Valley, cultivators at the Profound Realm’s hundredth level were as common as grains of sand, and rumor had it that disciples of even higher rank lived in far-off places.

Say it and do it—that was Moonwhite’s lifelong motto. That very night, he produced a box of fine incense for Moon Dew and Fang Liang, then had Jin Qing drive him, along with Xu Li, to the Xu family villa to join them for dinner.