Chapter 202: The Strange, Dilapidated Opera House

"Advise the monarch to drink wine and listen to the Yu song... to ease your sorrow, dance the swirling dance..."

The faint Peking opera lyrics echoed in the courtyard.

Wu Wang and Mu Xiaoxiao squatted in the grass not far away, staring at each other.

A strange sense of sorrow inevitably rose in their hearts.

But Mu Xiaoxiao, who had prepared in advance, took out props to eliminate this negative effect.

Just as she was about to ask Wu Wang how he felt,

she heard the boy ask in a low voice: "Go ask over there

At this moment, the ten mentors sitting nearby, upon hearing Liu Xu's words, also smiled and nodded at him; their first impression of Liu Xu was still quite good at this moment.

Whenever he saw food, Chu Qi's face lit up with joy; he grabbed a steamed bun and picked up his chopsticks. Yu Hu also sat on the kang, just reaching for a steamed bun, when he heard the commotion outside. The voice was somewhat distant and not entirely clear, but he vaguely felt the other party came with ill intent.

In the car, Zhou Yu called her grandfather to ask about the situation over there, but her grandfather said nothing major had happened.

And Xu Ming's cultivation, which had just broken through to the extreme realm of Liquid Transformation, was gradually and rapidly increasing under the continuous absorption and careful refinement of primal force, like a stream being infused with water, quietly expanding the riverbanks of primal force within his body.

The next morning, when Liu Xu and others checked the rooms, they heard some noise outside; looking out through the door, they saw that the capsule endoscopy instrument had finally arrived.

During the day it was fine, with many cars on the road, but now at night, there were hardly any vehicles on the street; the other party's vehicle performance was fully unleashed, leaving everyone far behind.

Mr. Gang bowed to Fang Yi, then left Fang Yi in place and sat down at a seat in the corner himself.

Indeed, there is no one in this house now; it is merely an empty mansion. Undoubtedly, this was told to Lin Qiji by Xia Ying; otherwise, Lin Qiji would not have learned of the situation here.

Several million people? Liu Shuo thought for a moment: Is it possible to support a card game with a few hundred people? He wasn't sure, but he could try.

Although randomly picking a car was very tempting, Liu Xu knew these were all debts of favor, and the hardest debts to repay are debts of favor; naturally, Liu Xu would not foolishly accept them.

"There are only two days left before the opium is cut; there are many matters, making you wait long." Zhang Yin walked in with a smile, dressed in camouflage, probably having gone up the mountain to inspect the situation.

This is in Great Zhou, in Luoyang; where is there an enemy attack? If anything, it would be an assassination, but an assassination would not make such a huge commotion.

As he spoke, his fists suddenly clenched tightly; dazzling white light continuously condensed upon them, faintly revealing threads of Jin Guang, and powerful energy spilled outward.

Would this not make all previous efforts in vain? Would this not disappoint Aunt, Auntie, and Mother? This is something Yun Cheng does not wish to see! Therefore, although he had the heart to refuse, these words simply could not be spoken now.

"Husband." Yun Cheng's ice-cold words instantly made Lin Zixuan's mouth gape open in surprise, but Yun Cheng seemed not to notice and continued eating fruit, glancing a few times toward the direction the bear boss had just left, saying nothing more.

"You misunderstood; she is not alone; I am here too." Jiang Tian suddenly spoke up.

At the dinner table, besides Yun Xiangtian and Elder Ye, there was also Feng Qingsu, who had always been carefree and indifferent; everyone else stared at each other.

Terrifying, extreme cold even penetrated the holy body, thread by thread, drilling into the five viscera and six bowels, freezing flesh and blood, and ancestral Qi energy.

On the field, only the gentle wind blew, and leaves rustled noisily; Lin Yu, not far away, gazed at her man with a mesmerized look, her face filled with a happy expression.

Cang Yun silently thought Xu Ping spoke reasonably; he had expected the two Wu Lin veterans present to offer some constructive advice, pointing out which Beggar Sect elder they needed to meet, but now it seemed they could only rely on themselves.