Chapter 77: Fan Meeting (900 Monthly Tickets Bonus)

“A bit of makeup smudged on the face, blackening under the eye—tomorrow’s fan meeting is coming up.”

Having completed the most crucial scene, Qi Hao’s acting for today was done.

Of course, there were still many more scenes ahead—he couldn’t yet collect his paycheck and leave.

Assistant Yang Liu was helping clean off the remaining makeup and sharply noticed Qi Hao was injured.

“Oh.” Qi Hao took the mirror, glanced once, and responded indifferently.

No

Having decided not to attend Long Qianxun’s wedding, Hua Xi prepared to leave Yunlei Country the next morning.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light erupted from Yun Tu’s body, blinding everyone—even powerful figures like Zhan Tai Chuge, Dongfang Mo, and Tian Fei had to half-shut their eyes.

“Don’t linger here—we must hurry,” Chen Tou kept urging us; he seemed to have no curiosity.

Tao Ran had already taken off his coat; now he wore only a shirt, so the entire mouthful of water splashed directly onto it, not a drop wasted. His shirt instantly soaked through on one side, clinging uncomfortably to his body.

Xiao Boqing waved his hand, and Duan Feihu and Qin Muxing stepped forward, opening the box—medicinal fragrance and spiritual radiance spilled out.

Zhou Zhe naturally wouldn’t abandon his pursuit because of Su Rong’s few rejections; instead, he intensified his advances.

After this year’s All-Star Game, poor James was brutally torn apart by every media outlet.

I wanted to struggle, but I was powerless; I knew they were trying hard, yet I also knew their efforts were futile.

Xie Tiantian had wanted to call the police, but those people kept shouting for the young mistress to come out; she dared not act on her own and came to seek instructions.

Of course, the terrifying part she meant wasn’t reaching Heaven Grade Low after just over a year of cultivation—many prodigies, even core disciples within the academy, could do that; she meant achieving Heaven Grade Low from a Xiantianfeiti .

So when Wu Bo introduced it, the guests on-site—including a host of agricultural tech experts watching the live stream—furrowed their brows.

After an unknown length of time, Mu En’s faint consciousness gradually grew stronger and slowly became clear.

Xu Zhiwu stared for a long while, then said with a confused expression: “This… I don’t even know what it is. You take a look.” He handed it to me.

Gris pulled out the Loki’s Kiss, uttered a brief incantation, and the flames behind the knight suddenly detached from his body and floated in midair; the knight himself collapsed like his strength had been drained, unable to rise.

Countless trending keywords surged like a storm, sweeping across the entire Chinese internet within a single night.

With the help of the [Yield Surge Talisman], Chen Hao temporarily removed the sign in the shop reading “Daily Limit: 1,000 Portions.”

The demon’s plan was truly terrifying; had it not been for prior knowledge of their scheme and its details, Bai Zihua, Feng Tianjiao, and others might well have been tricked by those two demons.

This wasn’t merely about sending money—it was like delivering the hope of rebirth itself.

When the last lion fell amid the clashing of metal and iron, both of them were gasping for breath, utterly exhausted.

Lin Bai was extremely worried that Crow would say something offensive and anger Hong Ding; if that happened, not only would Crow not escape unscathed, but Lin Bai himself might be caught in the crossfire.

That is to say, outside the Gate of the Nine Heavens, no matter how much blood is spilled, the Nine Heavens won’t so much as glance. But once inside the Nine Heavens, anyone who dares to draw a weapon has never left unharmed—almost all die, or at least are crippled.

Earlier, Li Xiner had analyzed the demeanor, posture, and bearing of the five central figures; although Wang Lifang was cunning and concealed himself well, Li Xiner still recognized him—no matter how well he hid, involuntary leaks would always occur.