Chapter 197: 191 Create Negative News

Even recording a show can lead to danger.

What surprised Yu Xing was that Boss Miao Yue, though absent at noon, still showed up for the afternoon recording—yet like a host on stage, she grew quieter with each passing moment.

The morning's interruption by that job seeker was slowly sinking in for everyone.

If everyone had either attacked or stayed out of it, the matter would've blown over—but Pianpian, Yu Xing of Baixiaosheng pulled this stunt, deliberately stepping in.

"I didn't say anything! Why are you crying?" Haozi frantically wiped her tears.

Empress Dowager Liu felt a stifled anger—she sensed the Crown Prince treated Shangguan Qianyu differently; at least, just now, the Crown Prince had looked at Shangguan Qianyu three times.

But she had no intention of telling her family, only to fuel their anger and make them suffer.

While the players fought among themselves, the last group of Rabbit Heads appeared—but no one could chase them anymore. Killing one Rabbit Head granted only one badge; killing a player still alive granted more. Everyone knew the choice.

The Tenth Princess was about to rage—when suddenly, the man's profile struck her eyes, and she froze.

A pale yellow knit sweater, a white knee-length skirt, short boots, soft hair draped over her shoulders, light makeup.

In the photo, her appearance still looked youthful, evoking a quiet sense of peaceful time.

Luo Xing unconsciously pinched his waist, realizing he'd gained several pounds without noticing—truly, he couldn't tell where he'd lost weight.

Ming Yingshan nodded, but after hearing the door close, she couldn't sleep at all. For over a month on the mountain, she'd grown accustomed to waking each day in Chu Shao's arms, kissed gently by him.

While Tang Mo and the Russian player Andre had only just cleared Black Tower Level Three, Mu Huixue had already cleared Black Tower Level Four.

I remember—it's the original owner's technique, called "Upturn the Sea." In battle, it coils around the opponent's attack, infuses it with inner power, and returns it at double force.

A sarcastic voice rang out. Everyone turned—and saw a young man with waist-length red hair and a soft, effeminate expression.

Liu Yue's spine and head slammed violently into the ground, her body twisted at a hundred-eighty-degree angle, unrecognizable as human; brain matter and blood mingled, staining the entire road red.

"Fine, since Master Bai has said so, I'll take you there right now!" Ao Jiabin agreed.

Someone who had once worked with them years ago. But for some reason, after one mission, he never returned.

Everyone found it somewhat absurd—Old Xie was formed from the flesh of Ji, one of the Three Corpse Gods, incapable of cultivating magic power, forever limited to body refinement, spending his days locked in the cave chamber either training or sleeping.

A peachwood sword infused with qi sliced through the evil spirit's hand like severing water.

Tang Ning'an and Tang Ningjing found a suitable corner to sit, ordered two dozen beers.

Beside the lake stood the dwelling. The two entered a room—inside, it was a mess: overturned chairs and tables, scattered scraps of paper and cloth everywhere, not a single intact spot, not even a place to sit.

Then a tremendous force struck him—he never had time to scream before being flung through the air. Yuan Ling spat blood mid-flight; from the sharp cracking sound just now, his bones had likely broken several times.

My parents are the Phoenix Princess and the Nie God? That's absurd! I'm only twenty-six—this happened a thousand years ago. If it's true, then I'd be over a thousand years old?

The Dark King Lü Zhu Xuan led his soldiers charging like a fierce gale; Jing Lian's eyes were layered with thick, inky black mist.