Chapter 96: Do I Really Have to Be Old Wang? (First Subscription Bonus 2/12)

Last time I filmed an ad with An Feng, I observed her closely—I suspect something’s off.

Gao Yuanyuan whispered something into Li Xiaoran’s ear.

Didn’t you just say Fan Xuexue last time?

Li Xiaoran was puzzled; in her mind, An Feng was like a porcelain doll, and she’d heard the girl sometimes drank AD Calcium Milk.

Could Qi Hao like that type?

Fan Xuexue seems unlikely—she’s too mature, even more mature than Qi Hao.

And now there’s a physician accompanying her, but precisely because of the “physician accompanying,” she lost the right to relax and bask in the sun after a full meal.

In the Great Zhou, everyone knew that only members of the imperial family could travel with so many soldiers.

These intruders who suddenly burst into others’ homes and seized their backyards were naturally unwelcome; but at the time, the gods and demons of this region realized the household’s guard dog was terrifying—they feared the beast might track them back to their own homes if they tried to drive the guests away, so they reluctantly tolerated these unwelcome visitors.

Watching a treasure right before your eyes but being unable to claim it—that inner torment is a test of human nature.

But Yun Zhao was still a bit too slow; only when the emperor had taken his seat and asked where Rui Wang was did Rui Wang hurriedly appear inside the building.

With the situation critical, the small amount of fuel scraped together at Tokyo Airport would at least be enough to fly back into Chinese territory—even if we couldn’t reach Bairen City, we could at least reach the nearest capital airport.

At that time, the sea folk of Sire An’s realm were merely favored creatures of the original Water God; this sea monster before us was one of the beings mentioned in the Old Divine Records.

Watching icy droplets trail down her cheeks, Xia Yi slowly pried open her still aching right eyelid—when she saw a layer of gray-white, her heart skipped.

I did the opposite—I pulled the corpse upright, letting the arrow pierce through its chest.

In a top-tier mansion in Huizhou, ‘Crazy Fourth Master’ was watching, amused, the man tied up before him.

Though people say children’s fortune is their own, how can parents rest easy if their children suffer?

“Dad, I won’t take over the family business—my dream is…” Xia Moxiu’s words were cut off as his mother yanked his sleeve hard.

She remembered the face before her—during the half-beast attack on the base, she and Zhan Meng had both been in the grain storage area; amid the chaos, a beast charged toward them, and Zhan Huan shoved a soldier into its gaping maw, buying him just enough time to rescue Zhan Meng.

Besides, acting this way is impolite and impossible—if we do, misunderstandings will only deepen, turning nothing into something, and then nothing will be clear. It seems I must solve this alone.

After a long while, deprived of oxygen, she could no longer breathe—she finally pushed against his chest in resistance, struggling a few times.

Later passersby no longer spoke, but their glances were unmistakably strange; everyone understood, without needing to say much—too much would ruin the meaning.

Before sleeping, to prevent disturbance, she specifically instructed Mu Xue and Mu Xue to guard the door—no one was to be let in, not even Gong Yechen. If anyone came looking for her, say she was sick.

Coffin Liu’s brow furrowed slightly when he heard I’d drunk with my uncle before setting up a hookup, his expression grim.

Thinking of this, my mind was in turmoil—I dared not stay in this city any longer; I had to return home to lie low and see if I could ride out the storm.

The other two awards—one was the Three Words Two Phrases Award for scriptwriting; though awarded this year, Zhuang Yan had never written a script, so he was certain to miss it.