Chapter 307: He

“Qi Hao, do you consider yourself successful?”

Zhu Jun, as agreed, began steering the conversation toward emotional topics.

But it couldn’t be too obvious.

After all, it’s CCTV.

We must distinguish ourselves from third-rate tabloids.

“Although I’m still dissatisfied with many aspects of myself, I believe I’ve achieved success by general standards.”

Qi Hao didn’t feign modesty.

The Four Leading Young Actors

With Frand’s departure, Makalina swiftly took Lu Tianxiang away from the place and returned to the Judgment Hall.

The airborne insertion went smoothly enough, but with so few men, stopping the U.S. counterattack and ensuring their supply lines would be troublesome.

Han Jie smoothed his long hair and answered with self-admiration: “Of course. I’m the one who cracks down on vice. Hey hey hey—I’m talking to you two. Keep some distance. Keep some distance.” As he spoke, he waved his hands to signal separation.

In just a few breaths, when people finally reacted, they realized they were suddenly surrounded by snow-laden mist.

Luo Haoning’s seemingly supportive words left Yun Mengxue stunned; her lips parted slightly, yet she remained silent for a long while—indeed, Yun Mengxue truly didn’t know what to say.

Shui Lianyue said nothing from start to finish, but was deep in thought about another matter: what had Nangong Ling done to make Nangong Yu come in person to deliver the betrothal gifts?

“Master Zhang, we once agreed: if I lose this game, I will hand over all the Lingyun Tokens my sect found in this expedition to your sect, as compensation for your participation in the Gouchen War.”

Yue’er wept bitterly on the dressing table; Wu Ma ignored her, bustling about as she directed Yudeng to clean up, repeatedly warning Fourth Master to watch his step.

“If only I had a set of this gear, and those soldiers had gear like this,” Lu Tianxiang kept chattering during dinner. Ever since seeing those steel-armored soldiers, he’d been obsessed with acquiring such equipment—but had drawn only Baiyan’s scornful glares.

Guan Yan paid no attention, letting them debate, while he lifted a cup of fragrant tea and savored it slowly.

Wu Shuqing had originally planned to meet Chen Dahé merely to make an initial acquaintance, leaving any potential collaboration for future consideration—but after learning of Wu Tianhua’s connection to him, he developed further ideas.

“Ugh! Besides you, there isn’t a single male animal in this villa. Don’t believe me? Come check.” Andrade clung to him like a koala, pouting.

Emperor Xuanzong had once ushered in the Kaiyuan Golden Age and had once been wise; he despised corrupt, greedy, and incompetent officials and nobles. If the memorial’s claims were true, Li Fei had indeed disgraced his current position—and disgraced Yang Guifei.

So they racked their brains, desperately trying to cope with this dire situation. But before they could devise an explanation for the others—or decide whether to fight or flee—the situation, having briefly calmed, suddenly shifted again, taking everyone utterly by surprise.

A burst of thunder echoed through the air, fleeting yet spreading at near-light speed, instantly engulfing the entire Earth-space.

Liu Yifei looked at him with a puzzled expression. “What’s so mysterious?” She picked up the box and walked into his bedroom.

Xu Linan clearly hadn’t expected this gun to be custom-made, with so many bullets; her earlier confidence vanished as she fumbled while loading, dropping the bullets onto the table three times. By the time she finished assembling and placed the gun on the table, forty-eight seconds had passed.

After washing up, another night of passion passed. Fortunately, it was New Year’s Day—a national holiday—so Xixi didn’t have class or work and could sleep in.