Chapter 310: Episode Broadcast (Requesting Base Monthly Votes)

Qi Hao chatted with Huang Bo for a while, then took his leave.

He didn’t stay until the end of the victory banquet, nor did he try to win over Huang Bo.

Huang Bo belongs to Ning Hao—what’s the point of courting him?

Qi Hao isn’t quite like Ning Hao; he’s capital now, and capital of enormous scale.

With big capital, he stands as an equal; with small capital, they beg him for scraps today, just like this.

There’s no real need to court an actor he admires.

The bus’s steel skin is no different from paper against a submachine gun—he’d likely be riddled with bullets.

As Ning Xiu defended against the attack, the two of them had already slashed out waves of sword qi toward the source of the arrows in the mountains and woods; screams rose and fell as each hidden assailant was cut down by their blades.

Faced with this testimony, he realized he must change his indecisive stance—if the British truly plan to attack Malta, then this bribery of insiders is undoubtedly the prelude to sounding the battle horn.

Three years ago, Wang Dujin traveled through the South Sea, arriving in Guangzhou Prefecture, where he happened to meet Prince Xiao Huangting, who invited him into his princely mansion and treated him as an honored guest.

Under normal circumstances, with Qu Wuming’s current formidable physical strength, even a regular warrior’s longsword would have been enough to sever gold and jade, let alone cut through stone.

Nick Wells is like a cobra—deceitful and cunning, yet patient and discreet, rarely resorting to violence.

If not for Fang Hui’s instigation, he wouldn’t have confronted Wan Feng, and thus wouldn’t have made an enemy of him.

The massive tome he’d tossed at Song Qingci—her father Song Weilu’s treatise—Bai Ling had briefly flipped through.

He expended vast amounts of spiritual energy, failed to harm Qin Feng, and instead created a path for him.

Such a being, if whipped, would surely emit pleasing, soft moans.

Only after uniting with other families did they realize it was true—all last night’s tasters had confirmed it.

Ye Qing's previous Earth Phase, the Great Sorrow Sword, was passed down to him by Tang Xue, as she knew he used a sword as his life treasure.

Bai Yuwēi wanted to study why this man was so “titanium-all-inclusive,” so utterly “nuts.”

At that moment, Feng Xiaoyou’s eyelashes trembled a few times, then slowly opened her eyes; when she saw the crowd gathered beside her bed, she startled and rolled off onto the floor.

As she spoke, Ye Qing felt her seduction technique suddenly surge, multiplying manyfold; had he not prepared in advance and had his spiritual sense not been tens of thousands of threads, she might have been far harder to deal with than Ai Zhouzhi.

Mu Chutian observed every subtle change in Feng Yan’s body with intense focus—this was one of his reasons for seeking battle. Rumors said Feng Yan had once crossed the threshold of the Divine Realm, and he too wished to step beyond and see what lay outside.

The livestream viewers burst into laughter. Hu Ge always seemed erudite, and now that they’d finally found something he didn’t know, he felt more approachable—like an ordinary person at last.

Clearly, the Three Palaces and Four Halls were far too powerful; they’d already begun to influence the Lord Mayor’s authority, stirring thoughts of suppression.

Five taels of silver meant nothing to the wealthy—a fine banquet might cost thirty or fifty taels—but among big families, only their own private betting halls existed; those gathered at this table were mostly the so-called lower-class laborers of Qing County, the common folk. Even one tael of silver would cause them agonizing pain to part with, let alone five.

He spoke those words, yet his constant use of “Mr. Li” and “Qinghuang” plainly revealed his closeness and distance; around him, people were already whispering about the relationship between Su Qinghuang and Qin Rushi—could it really be true that not even a thousand taels of silver could buy a glimpse of her face?