Chapter 165: Stop Photoshopping and Slandering Xu Ze!

As Mu Xiaofang watched the video, she kept chanting inwardly:
"I am not a fan of his looks; I am not that shallow. I am attracted by his talent."
Even as she thought this, she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Mu Xiaofang hurriedly looked up at the camera, relieved that it was positioned high enough so that the movement of her throat could not be seen.
Shortly after, in the video, Xu Ze was badgered by everyone for a group photo, and finally had no choice but to sing a medley of love songs for them.
Until she hung up the phone, Gu Xiran walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled back the curtains, and stood there gazing down at her phone in a daze.
Old Liu Number Three also came to his senses. Knowing he could not win an argument with Gao Zhishang, he simply stepped forward and glared at him defiantly.
Miss An remarked that this genetics thing was simply unbelievable; she felt compelled to bow down to it, as it was miraculous enough to defeat other superior traits and pass directly to the next generation.
Ryoma was at a loss for words for a moment. No wonder he had felt so restless today; no wonder his mood had been so foul. So, everything was because of this?
If he didn't love her, this fool could at least make the act less obvious. Who on earth tells their ex-wife that they don't love her anymore, only to write a letter asking her to forget him while blessing her with happiness?
Qianjishan lightly stroked his forehead with a single finger, where a green trace appeared, as if a heavenly eye had opened, shooting out a beam of green light.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Since Big Sister is back this time, Father said he wants the whole family to gather together, and specially asked Sister and me to invite Big Brother back to the manor." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stated the purpose of her visit.
Zhang Tiansheng had not yet tested the close-combat capability of the frozen longsword, but without testing, he knew its offensive power would certainly not be poor. As long as it could pierce this red swamp eel, Zhang Tiansheng was confident he could separate its head from its body.
A crisp sound of a bell rang from behind. She looked back and saw Ou Guansheng also catching up on a bicycle, a basket of lavender placed in the front basket, the floral bundles bouncing up and down with the jolts of the bike.
Everyone looked at each other, then all wore blank expressions, indicating they had no idea what had happened.
"Oh! The Sejuani ultimate hits the three most crucial members! Is Poor House about to pull off a comeback?!" Jintian exclaimed in astonishment.
Outside the grand hall, Long Shaoyan's gaze, which had momentarily cleared, turned chaotic once again. The knife in his hand did not hesitate as he slashed toward Helan Yao. As the blade fell, the fierce internal energy generated gusts of wind with every stroke.
"Speaking of which, Ruhui is a grown woman now; surely she isn't afraid of drinking medicine?" Zhou Yi'er glanced at her, a half-smile playing on her lips.
La Wei walked in carrying a tray of pastries, knowing Mao Leyan's preferences, so he brought all of her absolute favorites.
As a Tier 5 powerhouse, Angelica perceived every subtle change around her with absolute clarity. How could she possibly be unaware of Vitruvius shamelessly sidling up to her?
"Forget it, an account of such a high tier is too hot to handle for me." Wang Yue changed his tune. Hearing this, the Diamond II expert instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I remember you saying this was a sheep, called something like Slow Sheep, and she also has one called Pretty Sheep. What exactly is the relationship between Slow Sheep and Pretty Sheep?" Mo Li asked with curiosity.
Prowling to the gathering place of the snow wolves, the beasts seemed even more sensitive than when she had first arrived. Could it be they had discovered that one of their pack was missing? Helan Yao frowned.
A phrase popped into Wu Zizhuo's mind—calculating with one's fingers. At this moment, what the landlord was doing was precisely that.
"Yuxuzi, you thought you were the hunter, but you are actually a stupid pig! This precious pearl is a divine artifact; with your meager cultivation, how could you ever be worthy of binding your life force to it?" Wang Zude gestured, and Yu Guanlan immediately helped him onto the stone bed.
Although Zhou An asked this, Nahan Muxiang could clearly sense that Zhou An was somewhat skeptical of the object.