Chapter 306: Artistic Life (End-of-Month Request for Monthly Tickets)

On the day Qi Hao appeared on the show, heavy rain fell outside, so intense that water pooled deeply on the ground.

The weather has been erratic these past few years.

No one knows whether there’s simply more rain or what, but many cities begin flooding every summer.

Qi Hao was on CCTV’s program “Artistic Life.”

Zhu Jun was the host.

His hosting style centered on elegance, blending sincere, down-to-earth emotion with humor.

“Is this a ginseng fruit? But there’s so little—not enough to share~” Ye Xuanxuan shook her head in regret.

The old monster sighed inwardly, then unhesitatingly fled toward the Tai Zhen Sect.

Besides eliminating all political rivals, he elevated his own favor to an unprecedented height; though he appeared victorious in his struggle against Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang and her son, he was in truth a loser in time.

The Ninja World is a realm where chakra—a supernatural force—exists. The word “supernatural” is not used lightly.

Yang Tian avoided the heavy topic entirely, daring not to mention the strange scene just now—not even thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

Legends say angels are divided into nine ranks, classified by evolutionary level: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Powers, Archangels, Archangels, and Angels.

Zhao Yi immediately felt his hand clamped like a tiger’s jaw, immobile; when Fang He applied slight pressure, he screamed in pain.

“Your conflict with the Xieshendian is none of my concern. I came only to help you hunt the Nine You Beast King. Whether you succeed or fail, after this, we have no further ties,” Zi Luo said calmly.

Within just a few days, hundreds of thousands of troops from the Great Jin Empire, accompanied by a host of demons from the Yun Duan Mountains, shattered the Sishui Pass; the Qinglin Army’s three million elite defenders suffered over half casualties and withdrew from the pass.

The Holy Lord chuckled inwardly—this was exactly what he wanted. He sought to break the seal, yet his own strength alone might never accomplish it.

Though he was now a Lower-Grade Fangshi, a bona fide mage, his psychological composure remained unchanged; his expression stiff, he glanced warily around.

When questioned by Ju Zhi, Ning Xuan’er nodded, recalling the words Yan Rou had spoken after she fell asleep the night before.

She selected three weaker spirits to follow her, then ordered the rest to scatter, adjusted her mood, and slowly approached the messenger.

The hellish world in his vision grew ever clearer; he could hear a mysterious, hoarse voice calling to him from below.

Seeing the thick wad of cash in Yang Fan’s wallet, those classmates who once looked down on him now stared in disbelief. Especially Fatty, watching Yang Fan’s casual demeanor, clutched his own wallet.

Facing the power of lightning, Chen Tang did not retreat, but he felt a numbness in his palm—no injury.

“You’re their leader? How’s this result? Satisfied?” Lin Lie said coldly.

This summoning cost him a full ten thousand points of Soul Flame. What did ten thousand points of Soul Flame even mean?

This meant nothing to Adam—he felt no loneliness; solitude brought peace, sparing him the waste of precious threads on useless communication.

He grabbed Liu Yang’s throat and said, “Drop the gun, or I’ll strangle you right now.” Wang Dingtian held the assault rifle in one hand, while the other reached for Liu Yang’s neck.

“Don’t worry! I’ll ask everywhere I go—wherever there’s a tiger, I’ll find its penis, even if I have to go to the ends of the earth!” Wu Song’s boldness surged.

A few days later, the woman imprisoned in jail committed suicide—she never intended to live.

“Girls, come out! Follow me to seek revenge.” Kidd stood on the steps and called up.