Chapter 60: Everyone Who

Fortunately, the three women making peace didn’t affect Qi Hao’s status on set.

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The main filming focused on Qi Hao and Tang Yan, greatly increasing their interactions.

From extras and crew members, the media occasionally bought photos.

For example, today Tang Yan and Qi Hao filmed again.

They weren’t politicians or diplomats, so they didn’t know how to greet peers of equal standing.

Zhang Zilin gave Xue Lian a thumbs-up, pulled her sunglasses over her face, and leaned back to sleep.

Moreover, he somehow found a can of spray paint and drew a direction arrow on the wall.

A furious wind swept across heaven and earth; within the barrier, Elder Huang had no time to cry out before countless sword qi pierced his body, dissolving like melted substance into his flesh.

As he neared Thor’s position, he saw a bolt of lightning instantly appear before the harpy.

Lu Hong sneered, his figure vanishing from where he stood and reappearing before San Jie, his five fingers like blades pressing onto the man’s shoulder; the Taiji diagram materialized, instantly engulfing San Jie’s cassock, which vanished before the eyes into the diagram.

His eyes emitted high-energy beams capable of blinding an opponent’s eyes instantly—though only when matched against an equal foe; if their power levels were unequal, the beams became lethal weapons.

He could now ignore Chaoyang Mountain, but if one day the sects of Xi Niu He Zhou launched a massive invasion, and Chaoyang Mountain truly demonstrated sufficient strength, how could one guarantee that sects like Wanjie Sea would also hold their ground as Yujian Sea had?

In the second month of Yuanfeng Year Five, the Han dynasty’s land war with the Kushan Empire ended, ushering in a brief peace across the Indian subcontinent.

Yang Kangkang screamed in frustration—he wasn’t leaving him for others; he wanted Li Jun to leave him for himself to torment.

Liu Shouli made it even easier—he went straight to the front gate and targeted the craftsmen for inspection.

She rolled off the hospital bed, shuffled slowly to the door, and sneered at Lady Han.

Had he known Flame was such a dangerous character, he’d never have dragged Zhuo Yichen into inciting the crowd.

Chen Bei barely arrived when he saw Bai Linglong—her face instantly darkened, her gaze blazing as if spitting fire.

“You!” Tang Que glared, but seeing the man’s smirking, indifferent expression, he turned to Wei Kang instead.

“You’ll see when you get there,” Mu Tiankuang laughed cryptically; his phoenix eyes held deep cold solemnity, icy mockery swirling within them—even sunlight seemed unable to melt that chill.

Moreover, for some reason, Chen Bei always felt there was some misunderstanding between him and his fiancée.

Flame scanned the mental map; any danger would be marked by a black skull—easy to spot.

“Your Highness,” Wang De bowed respectfully, reminding Li Chengqian, “the Emperor is in the hall, discussing matters with several ministers.”

Zhang Zhijing finished speaking without letting Ye Mo interrupt, then turned and walked away, leaving Ye Mo with a grim expression.

Spectators always crave bigger drama; those uninvolved raise their voices in cheers and hype, spiking the Dangshirende ’s hormone levels until emotions spiral out of control—such scenes are thrilling spectacles, satisfying every onlooker’s appetite for drama.

On the other side, Mu Yuan and Cao Fan stood up, both their eyes flashing a glint of coldness.