Chapter 68: Jiang Xian Wants to Hire Male Host Models?

Liu Shenghai finished assigning staff to accompany each guest and ensure their safety. Just as he sat down in the vehicle and prepared to take a sip of tea, he suddenly heard the shout, "Male models, here I come!" He stumbled heavily, almost taking a fall, and dropped hard onto the seat. "Who? Who shouted for male models? Are they trying to get the live stream banned?"

Yang Feng swallowed hard. "It sounded like Jiang Xian."

"She, she, she... truly, she's amazing!" Liu Shenghai stammered for a long time, ultimately settling on this ironic praise.

Knowing that Su Yue was dining with Fang Xulei and Chen Bao that evening, and worrying that Su Yue might drink, Guo Jing did not return to the mountain villa, but instead took the captain straight to Su Yue's residence. Seeing Su Yue return with a troubled expression, she asked him a few questions.

If you say it out like that, what if Kim Tae-ho finds it interesting and actually puts together an American TV drama audition special?

The reason he was called the First Swordsman was that among the Eastern Mist nations, currently not a single swordsman had reached the Artisan realm, simply because the number of swordsmen was exceedingly small, and those willing to perform chivalrous deeds had always been exceptionally rare.

Moreover, every single petal was still dotted with morning dew, making the flowers appear remarkably fresh and showing that a great deal of effort had been put into preparing them.

Everyone in Border Town witnessed a brilliant pillar of golden light erupt in a certain direction.

Of course, this could not be stated outright, but President Qin's remarks had subtly hinted at it several times. Not only was Su Yue deeply moved, but the other representatives from Wu Yue Television present at the table all gazed fixedly at Su Yue with burning eyes.

"That really is the case!" Leonardo's eyes shone with excitement. Then, he excitedly returned to the royal palace to report the good news to Malin.

Without delay, many people respectfully withdrew and immediately set about arranging the various matters.

"Chan'er, what would you like to eat?" Looking at the dazzling menu of delicacies, apart from swallowing her saliva, Zhuang Lan had no idea how to choose.

Those ancient martial arts grandmasters were utterly terrified, their composure completely shattered. Stumbling and flailing, they managed to pull themselves up and, with clumsy haste, helped Yu Feng to his feet before heading outside.

Thirteen was drunk, his robes disheveled, looking rather disconsolate. Borne along by the alcohol and casting aside all pride, he grabbed Ouyang's sleeve, choked back sobs, and poured out a torrent of words.

● Regarding the moon, many folk tales and mythological legends are passed down among the people. Among them are stories such as Chang'e flying to the moon and Zhu Yuanzhang's uprising against the Yuan dynasty.

With that, Tian Tian produced a sheet of Xuan paper—some fine paper she had previously obtained from Mu Qinghan. Knowing that she needed to build a fish pond, she definitely had to draw some layout plans so that the foremen and workers could better understand her vision.

Liang Yuanxin's gaze darkened. In the three years he had spent in Fujian, his imperial father had never once ignored or neglected him, yet as a son, was he truly inferior to Liang Yuanzhen, who appeared progressive on the surface but was dissolute within?

Han Feng stared intently at An Xiang'er. She had completely lost her reason and seemed to have cast aside everything, caring about nothing anymore. The people to be feared most were those who had nothing left to lose.

Tao Siyue's expression stiffened, her hands gripping Mo Xu in nervous tension, a trace of helplessness flickering across her features.

"From now on, I don't want to see you ever again. Get out of my sight—and I don't just mean this place, I mean the company as well," Duanmu Hao declared, harsh and merciless.

Gong Shanshan had gone completely mad, losing all reason. It seemed she had no intention of letting her go today! Was she truly unable to escape this calamity today?

"A microphone?" The middle-aged woman didn't understand what use I had for her microphone, but she handed it to me anyway and said, "Here you go." I took the microphone from her hand and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Hearing this, Tian Rou hurriedly made a hush gesture, evidently afraid that others might overhear and invite unnecessary trouble. Tian Tian said no more; she briskly washed up and came over to help her eldest sister with the chores.

Damn it, shouldn't this be an item within her own spatial dimension? Why was it refusing to obey her and failing to respond to her control?

The moment they clearly recognized that the pathetic, battered figure was just a child, everyone simultaneously chose to withdraw their attacks. Even though they would suffer the backlash of internal energy, they did not hesitate in the slightest to stop.