27 The Third Episode Broadcast (Part II)

Watching that retreating figure, with the scarlet robe snapping in the wind and the mask partially visible from the side, the knight commander on the ground was struck with sudden terror.

Gu Wanxue took a step forward, then another; her gait was feeble and staggeringly unstable, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Perhaps he had been moved by Luo Shi’s devotion, and that was why he suddenly returned to his senses after she was gravely wounded by Dugu Xiao.

"There is no need for formalities on the battlefield, understand, soldier?" Fang Yun patted his shoulder, feigning sternness before suddenly breaking into a faint smile.

Recalling the way Su Yu would always hesitate whenever he came to visit, Feng Zhen suddenly understood. He must have wanted her to act as a matchmaker, but was hindered by the dignity of the Emperor and found it hard to speak. It was only upon learning that she was leaving that he felt compelled to finally bring it up.

"In that case! To avoid wasting it, I’ll help you finish off the instant noodles!" Li Yue shook his head and said.

"Alright." Gu Wanxue nodded, concealing her sorrow as she gently stroked her abdomen.

"What, do you want to be beaten like a dog and crawl out of here again?" Xue Chen lowered his head, took a small sip of red wine, and said indifferently.

It was as if he would accept whatever "punishment" Gu Wanxue chose to inflict next.

"Xian'er has been poisoned, and the imperial physicians are at their wit's end." Shangguan Honglie waved his hand; he had no appetite for food or drink, his mind filled entirely with the image of Xian'er’s pale smile.

It was rumored that he was extremely fastidious about his work, but it was precisely because of this that the historical dramas produced by Wanyue were renowned for their exquisite detail.

"Secretly record their names and places of origin; they shall not be permitted to participate in the Great Tang’s imperial examinations for eight years!" The smile on Cheng Chubi’s face grew even broader.

The entire thirty-sixth ancestral branch of the Hongnong Yang clan had arrived. The main hall was packed, and everyone looked toward Yang Tianci with expressions of confusion.

With the words "Rice Blossom Fragrance," Xiyue knew the task would be no problem. At the current pace, they were processing ten thousand catties a day, meaning they would finish in exactly six days.

The most important news had already been sent out, and Qingyue was safe. As for the rest, it was up to him to forge his own path.

The scene fell into silence; the students were speechless. So much for a "guaranteed hit"—how could it still not work?

Chen Wan looked at Tian Mei with the gaze one would reserve for an idiot, laughed with disdain, and walked upstairs.

However, Su Yao stopped them, clearly stating that he was not in danger and that they should focus their efforts on dealing with the Ghost Severing Sect.

As for Jiang Ziyu and "Heart Still as Water," they had just logged out of the game. "Heart Still as Water" had actually seen the video of the previous "Strongest Alliance" and hadn't expected the opponent to be a professional player! She had even thought to herself, *No wonder thousands of people were adding me*, though she had rejected all of them. That video had kept her in high spirits for days.

"See, I still haven't found where that guy Ksitigarbha is hiding, so I haven't been able to track him down yet. He’s hidden himself deep enough," Peng Ye muttered helplessly, spreading his hands.

"Yuan Wangyang? Can you stop being so degenerate? What if Liao Wuchang succeeds?" Bai Huanyang kept clutching his cheek, staring blankly at Yuan Wangyang.

Liu Weichen, accompanied by his guard platoon, Ge Luo Jie Ke, and Su Ya, took a helicopter back to Wuchang, where Xu Haojun was waiting at the landing site.

Li Mu’s words left the group confused. They were in the midst of intensive preparations to conquer the tomb of King Xian; where would they find the time to visit tourist attractions?

For all these years, Yuan Ziwen had been the one bearing the burden. Was it not inappropriate to suddenly shift that responsibility onto the Writers' Association?

If he didn't need to increase his own level, he certainly would have saved his Confucian energy for when he needed it most.

Now that Prince Gao had agreed, it shouldn't be too difficult to persuade his brother.

The guard went in to report, and after a while, the gates of the prefectural office opened. But it was not Zhang Xiaofeng who emerged, but over fifty soldiers armed with rifles. Upon exiting, they surrounded Tang Feng and his group. Seeing this, Tang Feng’s guards immediately raised their weapons in a standoff.

But everything had to be done according to Yang Mao’s orders, and since Yang Mao was just barking reckless commands, there was no point in fighting this battle at all.

Li Yueying rushed over, pulled Zhang Guangbei down, and slapped him hard across the face.

The host was either the head of a corporate group or a respected figure in the entertainment industry. How could there possibly be a backup?

Meng Yajun had almost dropped out of school because of Meng Lingmei. Now that she had finally made something of herself, the audacity of the woman to come and try to take advantage of her was truly shameless.

Helpless, Fuxi had to choose a compromise: using the mystical power of his Xuanwu avatar, the "Symbiotic Body," he split off three magical manifestations.

Seeing this, a surge of fury welled up in Fuxi’s heart. In this state, going in would be nothing more than suicide.

Rong Li had a foul temper; her sparkling eyes were masked by an unyielding arrogance and eccentricity, and she radiated an aura that practically screamed, "Don't mess with me." Especially when she was annoyed, one could feel the violent, volatile emotions emanating from within her.

When she returned to the shop after buying groceries, Lady Liu was peeling the cabbage leaves one by one to wash them, her hands turning bright red from the freezing well water.

Tong Wen wanted to say it wasn't enough, but she didn't have much money on her, and Yun Si hadn't given her any either. At thirty yuan per catty, two hundred catties would cost six thousand—the mere thought was terrifying.

Faced with her brother Qiu Fengyi’s rage, she could only stay here to reflect on her mistakes for the time being. But once she was out, she would definitely return to Peach Blossom Valley.

She was clearly just a country girl with decent looks, but who would have thought that with a little dressing up, she would turn out to be a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms?

Although this would wipe out the venomous insects inside in one fell swoop, it would also destroy the medicinal herbs growing there, not to mention the environmental damage—it was simply too ecologically unfriendly. Naturally, he could not do such a thing.