Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Sharp Dilemma

Ma Wu smiled softly and sighed, “There aren’t many broadcasters like you these days. I admire how you stay true to yourself, showcasing your talents with sincerity. Genuine fans will always be drawn to you.” “Fans of those other broadcasters might be attracted by their seductive dances today, but tomorrow they could easily be swayed by someone else’s more captivating allure. I believe...”

Fortunately, over the past few years, Bai Qingqing had trained many medical professionals. Combined with the hospital’s existing staff, order was maintained, and there was no sign of chaos or panic.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Wen Mingxu and Yi Lingling; if they betrayed her, she would kill them without hesitation.

He spotted the poisoned needle as well. His eyes hardened, he rolled up his sleeve, channeled his inner strength, and threw the attacker to the ground.

“How dare you call me a monster? Are you itching for a fight?” Nangong Jin brandished a large chopping knife made from a door panel, waving it threateningly in front of Su Yuan.

The man scoffed disdainfully, but suddenly noticed the astonished stares of those around him. Reflecting on it, his eyes widened in shock, his face turning pale.

The wine cellar was not large, with ventilation holes. Though dimly lit, one could clearly see rows of wine jars—truly a wine cellar.

As the words fell, “Clack—” the Red Beauty Iron Cavalry stepped forward in unison, their blades flashing out to encircle Gong Yi Mo.

Another scenario was at the flower appreciation gathering, where Huangfu Yuxuan humiliated himself. She showed no sign of anger, but Huangfu Yuxuan, feeling his pride wounded, broke off the engagement and sought to force the issue.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shocking pillar of blood erupted from Yin Hong’s neck. His entire head was violently thrown back. His eyes widened in disbelief—he had the protection of immortal armor; how could he die at the hands of an enemy general?

Yet when Xu Lin heard Jiang He mention her father, she did not immediately display any fierce determination. Instead, her face revealed a swirl of complex emotions. To Xu Lin, her father had always been a source of complicated feelings.

She had clearly served out two bowls, yet the pot of soup remained full—indeed, it seemed even fuller than when she had started.

Around this time, Fu Hong finished chatting with the two elders. Seeing Jin Jiu standing up, she prepared to leave as well.

However, his whereabouts were kept secret. The trip to Huo Lu Mountain was scheduled for tomorrow.

With the Calm Heart Pearl in hand, Qin Lianyun was much more composed. Even when looking at the pansies unearthed like withered branches and dead leaves, though the color variations still seemed unsettling, they were far less terrifying than before.

It was only then that Lin Mo noticed that after a single roll, he was standing on a patch of green grass. The energy barrier appeared to mark the boundary between the grassland and the wilderness.

He knew well that among the discussions above, Dong Gong was also one of the contenders for team leader.

This explained why the main god’s assessments were increasingly difficult—no one could truly pass the trials of human nature.

Xie Xuanyi rubbed his forehead, feeling countless thoughts entangled in confusion. Taking a deep breath, he sat down and, after clearing his mind, recounted in detail the awakening of the jade bead, and then his return to the Great Ear Sword Palace.

In the past, even when a concubine came to take the marquis away, the lady of the house would be heartbroken and weep for a long time. Yet today, something seemed different—her face was devoid of sorrow, replaced instead by a calm indifference and disdain.

She had intended to call out “Big Brother,” but seeing the man’s tall, stern figure and his attire, her tongue twisted inside her mouth, and the word “Sir” slipped out instead.

Even a child like Bi Ran could tell these kind-hearted people were only trying to comfort her.

With that, Bai Junye drew his blade and strode toward Yang Xi. His speech was casual, his demeanor confident—there was no trace of the negative effects from the battle he had just endured.