Chapter 75: Strike Another Knife Wound on the Scar (Request Monthly Votes)

Zhan Qi Lian's probation period has ended, and he has officially become a public relations officer at Qi Hao Studio.

Of course, externally he must be called “Director of Public Relations.”

Qi Hao’s salary for him truly matches the title of Director of Public Relations.

Yet, he became even more silent.

This PR genius, who always blurted out sharp remarks to provoke attention, sank into deep self-doubt.

I thought I was so awesome, but I couldn’t even beat an egg.

Without thinking, it must be Qi Fenglin and the others—jealous that he has such a cute baby.

Her eyebrows were slender and willow-like, but her eyes slanted sharply upward, giving her an intimidating air.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits; although both Su Yao and the two brothers Su Heng and Su Han pose undeniable threats to His Majesty, they will surely fight each other to the death before posing any threat to Him.

Zhao Li immediately turned her gaze to the director, then looked at Alice, “I’ll go shoot first, we’ll talk later.” Then she hurried toward the assistant director, waiting for his instructions.

The man sighed in relief, because before reporting, he had been stuck downstairs for a long time—lower-level staff like him always had to act with trepidation.

But he made no response, his gaze filled with disappointment and irritation, unfocused as he stared at the door, knowing he couldn’t come in.

Moreover, many were Fan Kun’s old friends—he naturally wanted to show off to them.

Wei, now freed from nearly all emotional restraints, lost the fierce aura from his screen persona; his gesture holding the fan light was awkward, revealing a subtle, almost oblivious male gentleness.

Although I’ve seen it before, on the four-dimensional temporal scale, this event has not yet occurred.

At first, Prince Ping refused to acknowledge his son, refusing to recognize him before the Emperor, so the Emperor allowed Jiang Qin and her son to live independently—how could Prince Ping now suddenly decide to acknowledge him?

“Miss, if there are no dangers ahead, you may exit this desolate land in another six days,” Sui Bo overheard their conversation and spoke up.

Mo Shuang said proudly, thinking that if it weren’t for her stepping forward, Lu Xueyao and Lin Yichun would have been bullied again today.

With Cao Wen’s promotion, the Cao family of Qingqiu City now produced one Minister of Finance and one Prefect, rising instantly to become the most prominent clan in the region.

“It seems we’re in agreement—then I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” Su Wanqi nodded.

Lie Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to Nan Gong Ren—what… what was he saying? Could his eyes be some kind of radar, seeing through her to others inside the Chaos Space?

Just as Chu Yue hesitated whether to open her eyes, the hand that had touched her forehead gently rested again on her face.

After Wang Shi chuckled and slowly shuffled back to her room, Chu Yue sat again by the doorway, watching the rain and lost in her own thoughts.

The mage Hiler turned back, hunched over with his staff, seemingly calculating the distance between them, intending to ambush me with a ranged spell—but he hesitated slightly, knowing full well how to dodge, and wouldn’t risk revealing his skill so easily.

Simultaneously with the alarm sounding, Muniya, stationed in the Elven Palace, issued the highest-level evacuation order—a directive that had not been issued since the Holy War a thousand years ago.

Over a month ago, on the thirtieth day of the eleventh month in the twenty-sixth year of Kunyuan, at the edge of the Demon Realm—the Two Realm Stele was merely an ordinary granite stone carving, now almost entirely swallowed by dense undergrowth, revealing only a faint speckled side.

Recalling when he first entered this room, he had indeed been unsettled and anxious due to the tight deadline.

However, he is still too young, so in terms of strength, he is undoubtedly the weakest among all the elders.