Chapter 208: Mission Objective—Survive!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A grand play is about to begin.

The lanterns and candle flames in the main theater building lit up again, hanging in great numbers like stars, illuminating the entire structure with a brilliant glow.

Even though electric lights and such inventions did not exist in this era.

Yet everything was seen more clearly than imagined, possessing a unique charm all its own.

Beneath the curtain, the hurried sounds of gongs and drums echoed incessantly.

Even if the opera

But after staring at Qin Lie for a moment, she suddenly realized what Qin Lie was actually doing.

The moment her words fell with decisive finality, Lei Wu Jie's pupils shrank slightly, and all color drained from his face. He stared blankly outside, where beyond the window, at the place that was once a ten-thousand-foot cliff, stood a single figure.

The spiritual energy of the entire Floating Mountain shifted; vast amounts of spiritual energy were inhaled and exhaled, and the whole Floating Mountain seemed swept by a great wind, with all living things rustling.

However, if the records in the 【Grass and Wood Elixir Classic】 are true and unforgiving, he has a seventy or eighty percent chance of refining a Grade One Spirit-Gathering Pill.

On this side, the Rockets indeed let Manu Ginobili handle the ball immediately, while Tony Parker began moving without the ball. To be honest, Parker quite liked this style of play, especially since he was the youngest among the GDP trio now, and his desire to score was the strongest of the three; scoring even a few more points would certainly be even better.

At this moment, the Soul-Taming Ghost Cultivator in the seat suddenly sat upright and waved his hand at Ji Weichang, cutting off the words Ji Weichang still wanted to continue speaking.

"Yes! I am jealous of Jia Jia! My own sister! I also want you to marry me!" The wife rolled over, her eyes fixed on Chang Fei's eyes as she spoke.

This fellow hasn't even figured out the situation and comes to provoke; isn't this asking for a beating? For those without self-awareness, how can he not teach them a harsh lesson?

Before the people in the private room could even cry out, in the blink of an eye, bloodstains covered their entire bodies, resembling exquisite crackled-glaze pottery.

Tie Chao let out continuous strange howls; for a moment he forgot his identity as the Second Prince, dancing with excitement for quite a while.

Yu Yanzu picked up his phone with a desire to cry but no tears, and although it was not an expensive item, it had been replaced only during the Spring Festival, having been used for less than half a year at most.

Zhang Yu Yu also hoped it was so. She checked, and this time, whether it was the pseudo·Illusion Dance or the Rhythm Master profession, both were still there, not blocked.

This is for the best; the more who come, the greater my reward, and the closer I am to unraveling the mystery of my parents' death.

If compared to that previous wretched fat otaku, Luo Hao's temples now rose slightly.

The previously bottom-ranked Six Major Main Lines, the Si family, mostly had only a vague impression of it originally; what they knew was merely that the ancestor of the Si family lineage was truly bad at choosing locations, having selected the Yin Luo Peak as the foundation for the entire Si family lineage.

At the instant the jade tablet array activated, all the information of this island flooded into Zhang Jianwei's mind; although he had not digested it, and even thinking about certain details gave him a headache, generally speaking, he had mastered the information of this island.

But he knew very well that since Zhang Ye had reached such a level of power, his system absolutely could not be a beginner one; it was most likely a mid-level one... or even a high-level system like Ma Yun's, the kind that had already reached the peak of life.

What frightened them most was that the number of Monks in Shenlong City was still increasing; they were about to surpass them, even forming a slight encirclement trend.

The wind breaking the air sounded, snowflakes drifted, and on the ground, where no figure without a backbone could stand, two footprints remained empty.

"What dance?" Yi Chan was full of curiosity, also carrying a hint of doubt; except for Jin Niang, everyone else wore such an expression.

Qin Ming had already prepared for the worst in his heart, but as for what the result would actually be, he still had to wait for the outcome of the meeting in a while; Xu Xinpeng's words were merely his own speculation based on experience over such a long time.