Chapter 107: First Kiss on Screen

True hatred in the heart is what makes a performance feel more convincing, more real.

That was the effect Xiang Gaoxian wanted to achieve with this shoot.

Richard shook his head. “All right, all right. No wonder people say real artists are all madmen. Seeing you, I finally understand.”

To get the best result, Xiang Gaoxian would truly do anything.

At this point, Richard could only pray in silence that Fan Cheng still had a scrap of conscience and would not truly go too hard on Lian Youyou...

After talking enough with Xiang Gaoxian, Richard went off to make a call.

“Hello? Hi... yes, I...”

“I’ll do the picking. Brother Xuan, help me hold the medicine cauldron.” Zhan Yunge took out the medicine cauldron Monk Fu Sheng had given her and handed it to Nangong Xuan.

“Fight to the death? You?” Ding Lei showed a look of contempt and slowly approached the overweight high school student. Fixing his eyes on the boy’s hand for a full five seconds, he suddenly thrust forward and stabbed directly into the back of the student’s hand.

“She said she was feeling unwell, so I came with her to rest. I never expected that as soon as we got in, she would suddenly vomit blood and then faint.” Qin Ling said anxiously.

Zhao Xue and Wang Yunfei exchanged a look, both a little hesitant. Bai Shasha’s eyes turned cold; she lifted her leg and kicked hard at the lock, smashing the door open and sending Zhang Qianqian sprawling to the floor.

The polo tournament went on for more than ten days in all. Because the Kingdom of Qian had professional training and the advantage of playing at home, they unsurprisingly became the final champions. The Persian team, far stronger technically than any of the others, finished second, while third place went to the Eastern Tiele people, who defeated the Yanda team to claim the bronze.

With strong reinforcements joining them, Chen Feng naturally would not refuse. After signing a temporary transfer contract with Han Mu at the Serpent-and-Scorpion Beauty’s place, Han Mu handed over the vengeful-spirit bodyguard, “Yao Ji,” for Chen Feng to control temporarily.

But the scene had been in such chaos, and the items in the shop were still neatly in place. That showed the situation had been urgent; after fleeing, they must never have come back.

“Is it possible that Xiao Hongyu concealed their deaths, and later, after she went mad and tried to kill Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan thought she was the murderer?” Xia Yu guessed.

That slap woke them both up. One felt uneasy and somewhat guilty; the other darkened at once and began scrambling upward with both hands and feet.

“Your Highness, my king will never agree to this condition, and neither will the soldiers and civilians of the city. Please, choose another condition...”

Amid his shouting, Yu Zhiyan was hauled away by armored soldiers.

“Of course you would love for us to be utterly ruined, so that your crimes would never be known.” Xuancher’s mother said.

“You’re ill, so you should be lying properly in bed. Don’t forget you aren’t wearing shoes.”

As soon as Duanmu Hao finished speaking, he unexpectedly swept Han Jingxuan into his arms.

Old Ma kicked savagely at Na Ou’s door a few more times, cursing all the while, then stormed off. Inside the room, Na Ou had already cried herself into a tearful wreck.

Besides Li Moshan and the child in her womb, she also wanted to deal with the pregnant Lin Su.

“Haitao, are you really angry with me?” Ye Shiqin suddenly grew a little agitated and nervous. Her wide eyes looked at him, full of tears and thick remorse.

Truly, she had never imagined that she herself would ever become pregnant, let alone at a time like this.

As Lu Yu curled his body and planted the tip of his foot against the opponent’s kicking leg, that especially crucial system prompt finally arrived. What followed was the scene everyone saw: Lu Yu gripped the Blue Star Spark Sword for a second time and, catching the enemy off guard, struck him down in a single blow.

Zhao Zhengce knew that what Xu Dongqing said was half truth and half lie. There was caution against taking a risk in it, and there was also the restraint of a Communist Party member’s principles; perhaps, too, he truly wanted to give Zhao Zhengce this chance.

Before Lei Tingting could say anything, her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she said to Zhang Nianzu, “It’s Mrs. Qian.” Then she hung up the landline.

At that moment, the television was broadcasting the process of the municipal people’s congress election in Hengbei City. Zhao Zhengce felt that watching it in person and seeing it through the television camera gave entirely different impressions.