Chapter 129: Viewership Explosion, Far Ahead of the Competition!

"Did you watch Qi Hui's new drama last night? It was quite explosive!"

Online, the discussion among silly netizens was heating up; there was no way around it, the drama "The Temptation of Going Home" had quite a bit of buzz.

"I watched it, it was indeed explosive, hehehe..."

"Husband and wife cheating, sisters fighting over a husband, and a gambling mother... damn, too many elements, I can't keep up!"

"The one above, it's not just that, there's also sibling incest."

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The two of them were stuck here, bathing one after the other, cooking noodles for him, this spicy that... the feeling was strange.

The Golden Armored Warrior struck; this time Liu Wu saw clearly that the two were using the long golden broadswords at their waists. The blades emerged without sound, yet possessed a brilliant golden light and an incomparably fierce sharpness. With both swords combined, they were unstoppable, almost having the power to shatter mountains and crush peaks; the strength was far beyond his ability to resist.

Hua An admired the great achievements of the medical ancestors, the divine Shennong and the great deity Bian Que, but he despised these two old men who called themselves the Contemporary Medical Child and the Fangji Master.

Lying in Mo Jiangye's embrace, Ye Er Ruo felt a steadiness she had never known before; the two slowly drifted into a sweet dream.

That night, Mo Jiangye slept very sweetly in the first half, but in the second half he had a nightmare, a terrifying nightmare.

"You are already dead." Hua Qingxin sat calmly to the side watching them, her eyes slightly moist! She thought of Aunt Xia Yaxian who passed away in the modern era.

Hua Qingxin did not know Xu Yao's mood at this moment; she lightly patted her red skirt, lifted her foot, and continued walking.

"Let's hope so!" She looked at herself in the mirror. Her breathtaking face was filled with sorrow! It made one's heart ache to see it.

Hua An's entire body, except for the scenery behind his underwear which Zheng Lian'er had not witnessed, had long been seen through by Zheng Lian'er.

When they arrived at the square in front of the Examination Hall, it was already packed with people; it was estimated that all the candidates had arrived. After all, passing the Provincial Examination and becoming a Xiucai meant stepping into the scholar-official class, escaping the bottom-rung life of workers, farmers, and merchants, and gaining the opportunity to continue to the next level of the Metropolitan Examination to become a Juren.

"Damn!" I said resentfully. Why does every second transformation cause my head to split with pain? Is this the price one must pay to obtain great power?

Since Count Warwick lost power, Bishop Thomas had not attended any meetings of the Privy Council nor responded to Edward's summons to the House of Lords.

Edward was certainly not so foolish as to agree to these peasants' conditions; if so, would the government have to bow its head every time any old Tom, Dick, or Harry rose up in rebellion? What would the country become then?

In the future, when we put out the slogan for the village, it will be: "Raise a few cows, and making a fortune is no worry." "Keep two mu for food, use the rest to earn money and break into the market." We will truly strengthen our village and turn it into a prosperous one.

Zhao Xiaochen came back to ask for the specific location of the Ghost Hand Box; curiosity kills the cat. The Ghost Hand even gave Zhao Xiaochen a good scolding, saying his curiosity was heavier than his own.

He knew that as a prestigious family of a third-rank high official, the Chu family naturally had its points of pride.

Seeing this situation, Xiao Jingyuan nearby was greatly dissatisfied. What was going on? It seemed like nothing was happening for him today, so he immediately quit.

Speaking of which, the two women walked to that row of bottles—red, yellow, white, green, black—and saluted them one by one, extending their hands as if to shake hands. They wore a strange smile on their faces that made people feel creepy.

Yan Le was still too busy to pay attention to him because Lin Daofu had only practiced lifting the barbell and his strength had not been expended yet. Yan Le had no choice but to increase his practice time; compared to Yu Jianshan, Lin Daofu practiced on the equipment for longer.

"Damn, what exactly is going on? Who is that white-haired person? Why does he look so terrifying?" Rijkaard pointed at Vladimir and asked, while Guardiola was now so frightened that his soul had scattered.