Chapter 72: Eggs for Traffic (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Although no contract had been signed yet, people like Qi Hao and Jiang Wen kept their word—once spoken, the agreement was final.

As for scheduling…

Jiang Wen plainly said he couldn’t give Qi Hao a major role: you can’t play Old Zhang the Mole, you’re not intimidating enough for Huang Siliang, and you’re not sleazy enough for Tang Shiyeh.

None of the three lead roles are yours.

Either the character concept doesn’t fit, or it’s already been cast.

Precisely because of this, the collaboration is…

The green-backed lion missed its bite, its head pinned down by the devil, the axe crashing hard against its spine, blood spraying. The lion thrashed wildly, charging blindly forward; the devil sidestepped and swung again, striking the lion’s nape. The lion let out a mournful howl and collapsed, its growls fading, until it lay still.

“This kid’s always been poorly disciplined—I’m used to it,” Cheng Anya smiled, making light of Ye Sanshao. Ye Sanshao slapped her on the back of the head. “Damn it, you’re the one who’s poorly disciplined.”

The first thing Ye Shaos thought of was this matter, but he held back, suppressing his excitement, waiting for Lin Yin to continue.

On the day Wu Ming, Bai Bin, and Song Chao arrived, Song Chao received a text message reminding him to wake up early the next day; the exact pickup location would be revealed then, and he was to prepare his vehicle.

Mo Mo gave a half-hearted reply, found a comfortable spot, and prepared to nap again—outside was pitch black, no one could possibly wake her with some nonsense about “the sun shining on her butt.” Thinking this, Mo Mo’s still-red face broke into a smug, satisfied smile.

Soon, the shadow slowly drifted before the window. The sight sent chills down Wu Ming’s spine—he was right there by the window, seeing it with perfect clarity.

Only a select few knew this plan, because the Divine Stones were the universe’s economic backbone; if others learned that Aini Star could replicate tens of millions daily, the entire cosmic economy would collapse. Divine Stones would lose all value, and those planets already starved for them would be doomed.

The man, clad in brocade robes, with a refined face and regal bearing, radiated an aura of awe even from below.

The cauldron was here—did that mean the Elixir of Immortality was here too? The thought sent a jolt through me. I stared at the great cauldron, my eyes blazing with fervor—who wouldn’t seek immortality, who wouldn’t crave eternal life?

After the banquet, Lao Tang wanted to keep Lei Zhan longer, to see the other diamond Lei Zhan mentioned. But Lei Zhan was eager to return to see Aivier, exchanged a few brief words with Tuers, and took his leave. Lao Tang feared Lei Zhan wouldn’t be safe carrying the diamond and considered assigning mercenaries to escort him.

Tang Chuyao added, “That’s true enough,” but he knew Shen Jinghuan was always good at pretending.

Her crimson lips glistened with moisture, her eyes brimming with tender affection, her face radiating seduction—every feature tugged at the soul.

It all began because of this old man—three years of draining his spiritual energy reduced Yan Xiao to a waste.

Li Chu watched his physical body disintegrate, the process excruciating, before being sucked away by a tremendous force.

Not all followers of the Cold God Sect had seen the flight mechs, but even those who hadn’t had heard of them.

Though he said so, he had no real confidence—his remaining talent energy could only power this one move. If Hao XinTai and his brother held out, he’d be left helpless.

The message inside wasn’t as refined as the writing—it simply said he missed her and wanted to meet her tomorrow for a lakeside outing.

But this move angered the new emperor greatly; he even wrote a private letter, roughly saying: “My loyal minister, fight without hesitation—as long as he doesn’t rebel, I will never lay a hand on the Marquis’s household.”

The sarcastic tone was nauseating; Shen Shi slapped her hand away, glaring a warning: enough.