Chapter 199

Yu Xing was attending a program recording before his vacation, and on the day just before the vacation ended, he was still recording.

Counting the time, "Only You" has been airing since June and has now been on for nearly four months, achieving results far beyond what the production team and TV station expected, becoming a wildly popular workplace program.

Whether the TV station, the platform that bought the rights—Tudou. om—or the regular boss guests, everyone gained considerable benefits.

Yu Xing didn't.

People began discussing among themselves, curiously examining the raw stone about to be brought onstage. The VIPs in the private rooms could no longer contain their curiosity and nearly all moved forward to gather around.

Qian Mo sat in a wheelchair, Ouyang Yingqi slowly pushed him out of the hospital, then helped him into her car.

"I know. So who are the top five?" Tan Canghua nodded, asking with some curiosity.

The group returned, but Dong Zhuo and Zhang Yan sat down again. At this point, Zhang Yan's heart had already settled—Dong Zhuo had not held him accountable for his apology—and when he looked at Dong Zhuo again, his eyes were filled with deference.

Andy's money only increased, never decreased, rising to dozens of silver coins, yet it was utterly useless.

Lao Qian flung the leather pouch containing "Fugu Fire" with his left hand, then shoved open the Demonic-Canceling Musket and fired a shot.

The black-robed man had no time to react—his mind felt as if struck by a massive hammer.

Hanyu Yueguang wasn't sure; she had already watched the movie yesterday, though there were still many other films left to watch.

Since no one else was around and Xu ZhiGao had gone out, Qi Tongwei addressed Pei Yihong as "Uncle Pei."

"What's it to you?" Nangong Linyi frowned. Ouyang Yingqi was his fiancée; he disliked any other man showing concern for her—even his own brother—not to mention that Nuomin Yu held more than ordinary feelings for Ouyang Yingqi.

Lin's father and mother clearly belonged to the lowest stratum of peasant farmers; their faces and hands were lined with the hardships and weariness of life.

"It's a pity she had bad luck and couldn't stay by my side forever—what else could you expect, with all her troubles…" Sun Xiao's voice dropped lower and lower, nearly inaudible.

Especially those eyes—the emotions within them made Gu Yan's heart feel as if gripped tightly.

"Sister-in-law, if you're going to say that, then I'll tell you plainly: I know better than you what kind of person Gu Yan is. She's direct in character, sometimes speaking without holding back, but she's not a capricious girl. If Qin Yijing hadn't done something, she wouldn't have been so absolute."

Yu Feng felt a pang of sadness; over these long years, he had met many ordinary humans, but never anyone as kind and unselfish as Ying Xue.

Qin Nainai wasn't one to seek excitement; she fully agreed with Lu Qingcao's idea, and the group began preparing food at home.

The teachers at Shilake Academy weren't particularly busy, and this was an imperial invitation; Fei Yu guessed who the invitee might be and planned to pack up and go take a look.

So he didn't witness the final, bloody moment of the tiger demon's attack—he quickly slapped a Speed Charm onto himself, then his body flashed, reappearing twenty meters away.

The whip carved a bloody streak across his back; Su Da Zhuang staggered from the pain and fell to the ground.

Although the Dayue Empire had been defeated, it had not been fully conquered; relying on its own advantages and the longstanding rivalries among the Three Empires of the original Douluo Continent, a stalemate had gradually formed—stable, yet enduring. War, however, continued year after year.

Perhaps because Zheng and Yang Xiuting had invested too much in Dachun's craft, leaving them with no way back, Zheng's rebuke drove away Hei Hei's advice.

The moment Yan Zhi opened his mouth, Gong kicked open the courtyard gate and leapt forward—"Young Master?" He stood before Yan Zhi, his eyes glancing behind her, then leapt away, landing behind the graves.