Chapter 142

Shit!

I’ve been tricked!

As host Zhang Zui introduced the show and its format, Tang Jun quickly shook off his brief shock and panic, realizing the production team’s invitation to him was malicious.

If they respected me, they wouldn’t have invited Yu Xing, the fraud-buster!

Even if they only had a shred of respect for me, they should have at least warned me!

Now this...

This isn’t even...

Yan Xun was naturally no match for Yan Han; though his talent was now equal to Yan Han’s, his cultivation time was far too short to compete. His deliberate provocation of Yan Han stemmed from Xu Zhiheng’s request.

Two carriages stopped at the Mo family gate. Lian Zhi stepped down from the first carriage, surrounded by palace attendants, while Jing Chonghua and Jing Ci stepped down from the second.

Luo Daoying said nothing about the matter, and Luo Zhan couldn’t directly touch the wound, so the frustration inside him grew worse day by day.

Luo Xinan smiled at those words but had no intention of engaging the black-clad man in further banter—such boring things were fine to do when in good spirits, but not when overdone.

Chen Shi felt frustrated, thinking: “Is it really this hard to log off?” He checked the call request—it was from Big Tigress. He had no choice but to answer his superior’s call.

Suddenly, a “pfft” laugh came from behind him—from the person massaging his shoulders—Lei Mei.

The talisman seal crafted by Qiu Feng was naturally of the highest grade, capable of boosting the user’s cultivation base to its maximum level for a full hour.

Wen Zhiyu’s words interrupted Wen Zhiyuan’s thoughts; few had paid attention to Lian Zhi and Wen Zhiyuan before, but now everyone couldn’t help but turn to look at them.

The other soldiers and civilians also turned their heads, but as soon as their gazes fell, they couldn’t look away.

The man choked suddenly, nearly passing out, and frantically reached for the napkin in his mouth.

The defamation of Chu Han gradually died down; Chu Han knew these people were just bored and couldn’t stand seeing him do well.

Wang Qi also wanted to use this opportunity to assess military capabilities and determine the right direction for development.

“What’s your impression of university?” At the mention of “university,” Wu Jing seemed even more sorrowful, leaning her head against Lin Feng’s shoulder and gazing slowly at the couples laughing and chatting on the grass.

“Music fee?” The taxi driver blinked, then chuckled, said nothing more, pressed the accelerator, and drove off smoothly.

Mengmeng, notify all hunting teams to halt their hunts and begin stealthily advancing toward Yuncheng, awaiting my orders. Gong Yun opened his wristwatch to notify Su Meng.

The immediate priority was to quickly extract the emotional imprint left by Qu Zhihao. The light of vegetation was a suitable method—if only perception could transmit the energy of the light of vegetation.

“Your Highness...” Qin An still struggled to block the way, but he was already spent; a jumble of footsteps was drawing nearer to the imperial bedchamber.

Gong Yun stroked Qin Yao’s hair: “We are Enhancers; encountering problems during our constant growth is inevitable. We are not ordinary people—no one can correct us. We must constantly examine whether our actions are right and adjust ourselves and each other.”

He was famously the underground racing champion in Beihai, yet tonight he’d been outmaneuvered.

Two more months passed—the worst outcome arrived: Door #2 had not vanished, and the main world door that should have appeared never showed up at all.

“Let’s go!” Han Qingxuan frowned, radiating supreme authority; she had guessed that Su Mu, Chu Zifeng, and the others would come—and their arrival would surely turn Beiguo upside down! She would never miss such a legendary moment, so she too would go witness it.