Chapter 198: The Theater God's Righteous Garden

"Why must it be me?"

Wu Wang spoke with feigned difficulty.

This troupe leader seems to have far too many secrets.

Being able to die and be reborn, control ghost shadows, and know this human sacrifice method of unknown purpose is one thing.

Most crucially, Wu Wang remembered very clearly—

the Zombie Prince called him "Brother Ji"!

A mere troupe leader of a pear garden opera troupe could actually address a prince who guards the border and fights on the battlefield

Bill Gates, Fatty, Shekes, Selena, and so on; as they stepped from the yacht onto the island, they also sighed, feeling some emotion over Li Shang's untimely death.

Wu Changtian bit hard into the steamed bun in his hand, chewing in large mouthfuls, as if he did not place such so-called delicacies in his eyes at all. In his view, fine wine and good food were not as substantial as food that could fill the stomach.

"Sister Xiao, slow down!" Zhu Gui'er had to hold up her skirt with one hand just to keep up with Xiao Meiniang's pace.

Yun Xiao's mouth was wide enough to stuff two eggs into; she increasingly felt that after spending so much time with the High Priest, he had become evil and unreliable? In other words, perhaps he was originally an unreliable person, and instead had led her, a person with very correct values, astray?

"My phone..." Ye Feiyang knew that squatting down to pick up the phone was very dangerous now, so she could only desperately protect her phone, preventing anyone from stepping on it.

She vaguely knew in her heart that she was in a dream. Yet this dream was something that had truly happened in her past life.

The monkey then gathered true qi into his palm, gently stroking the place where the child was injured; wherever he touched, the pain immediately ceased. The child finally stopped crying.

He Manting felt her head spinning as she slowly opened her beautiful eyes, seeing that the person before her was actually the one who fought for the toilet; at the same time, she felt a pair of arms holding her waist, and she couldn't help but angrily slap the ruffian before her.

Moreover, judging from that ethereal voice, danger had come unexpectedly; having more backup plans was never wrong. If one could not be a chess player, one must at least be a stronger pawn; one must at least not die in an inexplicable manner.

Yuan Qing's handsome face turned ugly and black, as if Yun Xiao were a great lecher and he was the lady-in-waiting captured by her.

Fang, the axe in his hand swung to cleave a fireball, at the very instant the axe struck the fireball.

Now the relationship between the Wei State and Montesius could be said to be irreconcilable, so after these two groups collided head-on, they began to exchange fire, fighting without end.

Once, many people here lived a life with one meal but no next. It was Wang Kun who gave them hope. He gave them the promise of rising above others; even if they could only become famous in security, in the mercenary field, rise above others, that was still far better than living in humility.

Not long after, the butcher, covered in blood, ran back from afar; upon reaching the City Lord's mansion, he immediately sensed Lilian's aura.

Lin Yue discovered that this entrance required at least the soul perception of the Demise Realm to be detected.

"Good." In Jingcheng, danger was everywhere; plus, she had that relationship with that person. Lu Jue also wanted to further know what that person's intentions were, so he agreed. But when he turned his head to look at Zhou Ruoshui, she hung her head, her hands tightly clenched; it was heartbreaking. Just as he was about to step forward to comfort her with a few words, Ma Yuqiao walked over.

Seeing the lion that Qin Tian had instantly smashed flat, the werewolf, after a moment of stunned silence, instantly grew even angrier. He roared wildly, waving his arms and opening his blood-filled maw. From his appearance, it seemed he intended to first smash Qin Tian flat, then tear him into pieces with those sharp fangs and teeth.

Seeing Qin Tian's very unreliable appearance, Wanwan's lips immediately curved upward slightly; then, not knowing what she thought of, Wanwan's smile immediately vanished. With eyes slightly red, she threw herself into Qin Tian's embrace, her jade arms constantly beating against Qin Tian's back, venting her worry.