Chapter 203: True and False Troupers, Resurrection from Death

"Sigh..."

"If you give up on yourself like this, the Righteous Garden will eventually be destroyed in an instant..."

The emaciated old man looked quite pained by his injuries.

He lay on the ground for a good while before shaking his head, standing up, and picking up the lantern.

He also took a rag from his pocket, wiped the blood on the ground clean, and tossed it aside.

Sighing, he left the dilapidated theater.

The main gate closed tightly again after he left.

That haunting operatic voice began to echo once more.

"We must first ally with others; only then can we join forces to tear apart Brother Zhou and Sun Yan, giving me a chance at victory in the end." The several guests invited over the past few days all had extremely strong desires to win.

"Nani, Chinese soldiers? Does that mean I am in China now, and not on the Flying Dragon?" Matsuno Nobuhiro frowned and asked.

Without such a powerful realm, absorbing such a massive amount of Yin Qi, I fear you will explode yourself.

The head monitor took the lens, but the moment he glanced at it, he saw the entire screen filled with messages praising Zhao Hao's handsomeness, or others shouting loudly to give him a monkey.

"Taming these velociraptors in the demiplane can save a lot of effort; at the very least, with Vivian here, the care is very convenient, and Vivian is also quite skilled at 'training,' able to tame more qualified mount dragons!" Lin Feng had already formed this plan in his mind.

Within an extremely short time, Huang Zhong, Carlos, and others, who had once again embarked on the path of trial and tempering, sought them out; while teaching them a lesson and counterattacking, they also thoroughly looted them.

An immortal flower passed down since ancient times appeared once more, enveloping the entire area with its unique meaning of "auspiciousness," keeping away layers of ill omen and crisis.

"What~!" Although he had thought such a thing might happen, he did not expect that the moment they finished speaking, it truly occurred; what is this, a jinx?

Wu Xiuda, commander of the Seventh Independent Brigade, was an impatient man; the situation on the Japanese positions was plain to see and worried him greatly. While the Japanese reinforcements had not yet arrived, his troops needed only a single charge to wipe out all these remaining Japanese soldiers ahead and seize control of the position.

Er, Su Tong didn't know what to say; if he went as a guessing guest, the production team would pay an appearance fee. He didn't care about that small amount of money and had refused, but the production team insisted on settling accounts clearly, which was also Zhang Xin's intention.

He never expected that asking a simple, ordinary question would ruin the mood of several uncles; now he regretted it too late. He wanted to find a joke to balance the atmosphere, but after thinking it over, he realized he had no talent for telling jokes and could not come up with a joke suitable for the current mood. Fearing to make things worse, he could only remain silent.

Every weekend, Afa had to gather several baskets of dry firewood for his family; the wood consisted of thin, dry branches from the mountains, which burned easily and went out quickly, making them excellent material for starting fires in the stove to cook meals. Afa gathered six baskets a week, enough for his mother to burn for several days at home.

"Hehe, Irina, is that werewolf lying on the ground one of your kind?" Li Ren was very curious because movies in his past life introduced that werewolves were generally servants of vampires. However, whether this was truly the case in reality was worth asking.

"Miao Sixue, as the saying goes: better safe than sorry. If the tomb raiders truly have an inside man at the Gongan Bureau, once you call the police, it will be troublesome. At the very least, the tomb raiders will immediately destroy your sister's ashes." I spoke with alarmist warnings.

Due to the incident at the US Embassy last night, not only Jingcheng but also the airport were under martial law; usually, it was hard to see special police or military police at the airport, but today they were everywhere.

Having said that, Wang Feng changed back into that student uniform and got out of the car. He walked straight toward the middle-aged man selling watermelons. Yao Liang gently rolled down the car window, the muzzle of the Barrett sniper rifle extended out of the window, and the crosshairs were aimed directly at the head of the middle-aged melon seller.