Chapter 116: The Charade and the Submission

Widmer silently watched the group of demi-humans kneeling before him. He stood motionless, playing the role of the legendary arch-lich, Anselmo Gray.

This name had been given to him by Igna; Widmer had never heard of such a lich before, but judging by his performance, he was doing quite well.

He savored the memory of his earlier appearance, feeling that the audiovisual experience was perfectly executed after more than a dozen rehearsals and careful adjustments.

Igna’s plan was a resounding success.

The hotel was very close to the film crew's location. When Mudan Zhu arrived, Liu Ziran followed, while Morin went off to find a place to park.

Ivy’s heart raced. From the moment she first saw him, she had liked him. Ivy had never encountered such a handsome man before; none of the boys who had chased her at school could compare to him.

However, since their guided topic differed greatly from other netizens’ comments, the discussion attracted some attention online. Soon, a number of users began replying to the parrots’ comments, supporting and engaging in the conversation.

The three had little to say. Zhou Yun wanted to speak to Shen Xiqi, but although they were now engaged and met more frequently, Shen Xiqi’s attitude remained cold and distant. Just days ago, he had accompanied her to a banquet, yet he kept her at arm’s length.

Alas, man proposes but heaven disposes. As the jade-green glow radiated faintly from the stone lotus, something seemed to sense her presence in the shadows.

Seeing Liang Shan ignore her and walk straight outside, Liu Jinxing was stunned for a moment before angrily retorting.

Kellen secretly rolled his eyes. Hearing the other’s words only confirmed his suspicion that the so-called treatment was a sham. But the situation was beyond his control—he had to go, whether he wanted to or not.

They bought tickets and entered the haunted house, where eerie music played and red and green neon tubes enhanced the terrifying atmosphere.

The lakeside scenery under the night sky was beautiful; the lampposts along the shore curved like a winding, bright jade belt encircling the water’s edge.

Shen Cong’an was something of an old-fashioned relic. He held firmly to the belief that unless they held a wedding ceremony, he would not touch her.

Even Yang Tao, who had faced Wu Dali without flinching, felt a sudden sharp pang in his heart at this moment.

Shi Yu smiled coldly, turned, and behind him, two figures clad in black robes stepped forward to intercept the attacks of Zhou Xiru and Zhou Mang.

Since the Battle Axe Base unified Northern Europe, Stjarn had planned a southern invasion. Now that the harsh winter had arrived, he sought to unify the Eurasian continent and leave this bitterly cold land behind.

“Elder Jiu, even though Kunwu Academy boasts two great saints, compared to our Wang family, they still seem somewhat lacking, don’t they?” Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, but his fury had reached an intolerable peak.

“Xia Kai, I never expected you to be so utterly ruthless. You poisoned father and then framed me for it. Is the throne truly so important to you?” Muse’s face darkened as she stepped out of the prison.

Yang Tao did not try to hide anything; on the contrary, he spoke clearly so Liu Sheng could hear every word.

This was not said in Chinese but in authentic Thai. As soon as the words left his mouth, the Thai thugs who were battered and bruised on the ground, drooling white foam from their mouths, lowered their heads in shame—utterly humiliated.

At this moment, they could only glare coldly at the tightly shut windows of Chu Tian’s room, powerless to act.

She fell to the ground, hearing someone call her name, but she was too weak to struggle. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Captains, have you gathered all your team members?” Dongfang Ling’er had to change the subject. If they continued like this, she guessed they wouldn’t even return before nightfall.

Mo Yichen remained silent. With his refined manners, even the simple act of holding chopsticks with his well-defined fingers was a delight to behold.