Chapter 88: Xu Ze's Persona at Risk?

After speaking, Yang Yin gazed at Xu Ze with a distant look in her eyes.

A variety show? Xu Ze was momentarily taken aback.

After a brief pause, he replied, “If it’s just to be a guest for one episode, I have no problem with that.”

Hearing that Xu Ze wasn’t refusing, Yang Yin’s face lit up with delight, and she immediately pressed on, “What if it’s a regular spot? Although the shooting period is longer, we’d only have to film one day a week.”

A regular spot?

Xu Ze frowned.

As the heiress of the Macon family, Catherine was something of a princess herself, and her presence was undeniably commanding.

The Void Mask conjured a longsword from thin air; a surge of intense void essence erupted in the air, and the merciless energy swept toward Fan Chen. At this moment, he was several times more formidable than before.

Luo Xingchen’s expression was calm and distant as he walked forward, eyes unblinking, as if he hadn’t heard anything, giving her no response.

Du Huating only had a sharp tongue—he wasn’t stupid, and He Wei was a clever woman. He had no intention of pestering her with endless questions.

He wore a black dress shirt, not fully buttoned, revealing the delicate lines of his collarbones. Slim cropped trousers hugged his overly long legs. Streetlights cast slanting shadows across his face as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it; the crimson ember flickered in the darkness.

It was simply that, within the military academy, it had been a long time since any truly outstanding talent had emerged.

Zi Yao was looking at a note in her hand, with several names written on it—exactly matching the initial list she had drawn up of the ministers under Si Kongqian’s control. She crushed the paper and tossed it into the incense burner at her side. The system terminal on her wrist vibrated a few times.

Tang Lele looked at his handsome face. Though she felt a pang in her heart, she still couldn’t bring herself to act. After all, it wasn’t wrong for this man to care about her, and it wasn’t as if he’d committed any unforgivable crime.

After she finished speaking, she locked eyes with Li Yang, as if to say, “It’s just a wager, isn’t it? I’ll do as I promised, but I refuse to submit. What can you do about it?”

After several rounds of negotiation, they still hadn’t reached a conclusion by nightfall. The group had no choice but to stop and rest, agreeing to continue their discussions the next day.

“To live for one’s own pursuit—there’s no right or wrong in that,” Beiming Gutian offered no further explanation and didn’t refute Qinglin’s words; it was as if he had already seen through the world.

Shi Lei, on the other hand, performed well. When Ray Allen faltered, he stepped up with twenty points, filling the scoring gap and helping the team clinch the final victory, 100 to 96.

Suddenly, a crimson rain began to fall in the room, with countless bills fluttering in chaotic disarray—some in bundles, some scattered. In just moments, a pile of cash as tall as a mountain appeared on the floor, along with nearly a hundred gold bars.

Three million raptor insects, now all full-fledged emperor-class, with thirty peak emperor leaders, each commanding a hundred thousand raptors.

Once again, a silent bullet whistled through the air. A warrior beside Tanaka Shou lost a leg in an instant; his body, still running, lurched forward before crashing to the ground, his agonized screams louder than a pig being slaughtered.

The only thing Yun Fei couldn’t figure out was how Ivan could have been so careless—just getting stabbed to death like that.

“Courting death!” Zi Lingtian gave a cold snort, his eyes flashing with silvery white light, unleashing two beams of divine radiance.

“Don’t talk about favors; you’ve helped me before too. Whatever it is, just say it straight,” Wang Mingzhou said.

“Damn…rich people really do swagger, everything’s high-tech,” Shen Shu grumbled as she boldly got out of bed and started dressing.

For most people, giving birth was like a brush with death, but for Shui Ziran, it was as easy as overeating and then going to the restroom.

He Wei was unwilling to keep up the pretense with her any longer. “Is that all? I’m leaving.” Yet she owed an apology to Nie Jingchen—she probably couldn’t help him this time. She simply couldn’t endure any more; it was just too much. Because of Song Jiashu, her life had become a mess. Why should she have to bear it?