Protect Our Patriarch - Chapter 50: Longyans Choice

“Brother Zhong, I don’t want to shoot this drama anymore.” A well-known female star looked aggrieved.

“Why?” Yin Xiaozhong leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed.

“That director always took advantage of me, and didn’t direct the filming well at all.” The female star lowered her head and said softly.

Yin Xiaozhong nodded and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, “Go and rest first, I’ll take care of this.”

the next day

News headlines: A well-known director accidentally fell from the balcony of a hotel after being drunk, causing his head to crash into a coma, and his legs were fractured. He is now out of danger…

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Lin Xiao was an orphan who strived to get stronger while living with his sickly younger brother in an unnamed small village.

Blinded by betrayal, reborn with vengeance.After a fatal hiking accident, Olympic archer Yan Jin awakens in a world where bloodlines and power reign supreme. Stripped of his sight by the cruel machinations of his own clan, Yan Jin taps into a hidden bloodline, awakening abilities far beyond anything he could have imagined. Now, armed with his bow and unmatched instincts, he’s out for revenge.In this new world of ruthless politics and deadly combat, Yan Jin will carve a bloody path to uncover the truth behind his mysterious rebirth and the dark secrets of his past. Prepare for brutal battles, ingenious strategies, and a cast of eccentric allies and enemies as Yan Jin unleashes chaos in his quest for justice.Join Yan Jin as he takes aim at those who wronged him—this time, he won’t miss.PS: I’m building this world as we go, and I love hearing from readers! Your thoughts and feedback drive my creativity, so don’t hesitate to share your ideas.#SmartMC #Gore #Mature #Interactive

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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