Chapter 277: Don

“The director’s here! The director’s here!”

When Qi Hao arrived, everyone else had already shown up; there was no one left for him to wait for.

As for producer An Feng, he arrived alongside Qi Hao.

After meeting, they briefly synced on their families’ situations and became even more unrestrained.

Worst case, the press takes a photo.

Qi Hao figured that even if An Feng took him home to meet his mother now, Liu Nushi would

“This trend must not be allowed to grow!” Once he realized the issue had become truly serious, Lin Yue took decisive action, implementing policies across the board to suppress such abuses of power.

After receiving the order, Zhang Ren did not carry out Liu Ye’s command; instead, he knelt on the ground and pleaded for Zhang Xiu, begging Liu Ye to show mercy.

“Yuanzhi, why did it take you so long to join me with Yang Feng and the others? And how did Liu Bei end up here?”

Zhi Hai’s eyes remained tightly shut, appearing utterly unperturbed by honor or disgrace, yet his brow seemed strangely familiar.

Although some were less than pleased upon hearing this rule, most agreed. After all, while everyone now understood food was important, their possessive urge toward it had not yet grown strong.

As he turned with the chestnuts in hand, a flash of white light appeared—the sword lunged straight for his chest, leaving no time to dodge.

After a while, it shifted its posture, no longer pressing down on me but instead straddling me, tearing at my clothes. At that moment, I made no effort to resist; since my hands were free, I naturally had to make full use of the hand seals I’d just formed.

In the Prince’s harem, those who displeased him never received a kind face—whether they smashed things or feigned sorrow, it was all the same.

Wang Chongyang sat atop the giant turtle’s shell, feeling as if the creature were a colossal aircraft carrier on the sea—except this carrier moved at a turtle’s pace.

The Great Han Empire’s National Master had once enlightened Lu Bu’s ascension, a truly godlike being whose popular veneration rivaled even Qin Shi Huang and Han Wu Di.

As he drew closer, Chen Hao saw only one person seated on a stone bench inside the pavilion, leisurely sipping tea and occasionally turning to nod and smile at him.

After this practice run, Wang Fen felt even more confident about manufacturing the regenerator. He also felt the name “Food Regenerator” didn’t suit the machine he was about to build, so he simply called it the Food Processing Machine.

He didn’t want Steve to worry, so he lied that he had died, claiming he remained in the mortal world only because his wishes were unfulfilled.

“HAHAHA!” Beelzebub threw back his head and laughed, then lunged forward at the Wind Wolf, “You’re too naive, insect! I’m no fool like Tao Man!” As he charged, he swept his hands—each summoning a fist-claw. Deep black darkness coated the blade edges, instantly sharpening their glint.

The instant he opened the box, Chen Hao felt a violent surge of energy rushing toward him—wild, scorching, nearly overwhelming his capacity to endure.

Mountain wind brushed outside the house, sighing softly. From the window of Rongchu Hall, the darkness beyond stretched endless and hollow—no stars, no moon. That night was black as spilled ink.

Everyone waited in silence for the final result to be announced. Though all could sense Li Hua held a slight edge.

“More precisely, it’s the entire Earth Union—at least that’s politically correct in the Integration Department. You know, Eurasia, East Asia, we’re all on the same boat.” Dan turned, pointing seriously at the person in the chair.

“You’re too skinny—how could you be roast pork?” Zhen couldn’t resist a joke, leaving Mu Xing deeply annoyed.

Without waiting for an answer, Li Changqing turned and walked toward his cave dwelling, uttering his final words before closing the entrance.