Chapter 75: The Stage Is Set

The Northern Youth Gazette sold out again.

The figure of 1.35 million copies set a new record.

Yet even this blockbuster sales figure was not the limit of this interview's reach; what looked like a simple tirade from Fang Xinghe ultimately alarmed certain very important figures.

The next day, the People's Daily reprinted it in full, and its then editor-in-chief Hua Ze attached a heavyweight commentary—

"Fang Xinghe's grasp of the order of civilization strikes right at the core, giving one much to ponder; it possesses a depth of insight unbecoming of one so young.

Looking for someone? Meeting someone? Didn't my husband just come back? Li Juan, who had come to bring Hu Tianming silver-ear soup, was baffled.

Just three months after the crisis broke out, the global power grid collapsed, and from then on the world in which humanity lived was plunged into boundless darkness.

The instant he passed through that great door, Chen Bo clearly felt a weight settle on both his shoulders, and at the same time an utterly oppressive sensation began circling relentlessly in his chest.

Gradually, Shen Yu regained some awareness, and her eyes could make out a little of her surroundings; she felt something pressing on her leg, and looking down saw Chu Yun sprawled fast asleep on her bed, his legs folded beneath him on the floor. She poked him several times but he did not wake—evidently he was simply too exhausted.

But Ares, wielding infinite magical power, ceaselessly amplified and repaired the six crystalline walls that the Extinction Star had cracked.

Some of the onlookers stirred things up, pushing the relations between the two sides toward an even tenser edge. How vicious these outsiders were, actually cursing them to not live past tomorrow—let the village chief give the word, and they would stop at nothing to make these outsiders pay.

Richard glanced at Odin; the timed reports from Valira's side showed no unusual moves from Odin, so his words could still be trusted.

"Big Dragon, are they hiding over there?" Li Minghao pointed at the building opposite, beneath which a jeep was still parked.

Yan Yaoyao watched Shen Zhou settle into a comfortable life, and this continued until her thirteenth day on the show.

After watching that video, which ran a good ten-plus minutes, Ye Yuan for the moment could not say what he felt.

Hearing the Imperial Consort Li speak this way, she suddenly felt this was a fine opportunity. She herself, a Wang Fei living outside the palace, had no chance to make a move; but the pregnant Imperial Consort Li before her wanted to stop her—perhaps that would be easier. So why not make use of it?

So… the man who had been filming variety shows by Yan Qiao's side, in constant daily contact with her, was actually Third Master Pei?

She was beside herself with fury—those things had always belonged to her; the marriage hadn't gone through, so why couldn't she take them back?

Zhang Shuyun, having wanted to put on mother-in-law airs in front of Yan Shu, had failed again and again, and in the course of back-and-forth had come to hold a grudge against her.

Arriving at Yan Qiao's door, Yan Qiao saw those faces through the peephole and felt a flicker of impatience.

Perhaps Wu Hong was at this very moment secretly congratulating himself inside his manor on how cleanly the matter had been handled; he would never have guessed that his seemingly watertight plan had already been seen through by Leng Yu.

"A Bo, we can't accept this—the Murong family has already given more than enough betrothal gifts; this one, we cannot take." Xia's father pushed the keys back to Murong Bo.

Zhou Linlang looked up, arms folded; her first thought was—the exam area banned communication devices, and a student had already tried it just now, so Lan Chenshuang must have been tipped off in advance.

"Hello, may I ask who is calling?" Chen Longxiang's tone was very polite, with something of the refined businessman about him.

Her mind slipped out of control for a moment—every time before, after he said "If you don't want to sleep," the next line was almost always "Then let's do something else," and afterward she would be tormented by him until she felt half-dead.

He watched as Su Ran's car turned onto another road, but he himself had to stop because the car ahead was waiting at a red light.

As those Extreme Yang Heavenly Roosters crowed, a ripple of unrest passed through the Yin Soldiers, though it seemed the roosters' cries did not have all that great an effect on them.

"I don't intend to do anything about it; this is an internal matter of yours, and I don't wish to be involved," Zhuo Lingfeng said.