Chapter 232: The Phantom of the Opera, the Ghost of Opera

Immediately, Shen Molin waved his hand, and in an instant, all the ancient martial assassins behind him surged wildly toward Qin Long.

"Here, let me get you some juice," Du Yu said, pulling out a bottle of juice, pouring a glass, and specifically heating it in the microwave before handing it to Qin Yan, warm and soothing.

Du Yu opened the car door and stepped out; barely had he entered the KTV where An Moru and the others were gathering when his phone rang.

"A Chen, I won't allow you to say that!" Yan Yue Li stepped forward, helping him up, her heart aching at his muddy, battered state—her long-suppressed tears burst forth at once.

After all, Qin Li Luo was merely a Soul-Refining cultivator; for the unknown, he still had too many uncertainties—this voice reaching into his spirit told him it was immensely powerful.

The next morning, An Moru woke up feeling as if she had been reborn—she had drunk far too much the day before.

Even though he knew his mother named him out of love, calling him a rare jade gem, he still didn't want to respond.

"Hua Gui, did you bring the person?" the scarred man asked, his voice hoarse, deepening the eerie atmosphere of the alley.

He didn't know why—despite being the closest of relations, when he picked up the phone, he had no idea what to say.

Spicy Hot Soup costs five points already, yet this one contains three full pieces of bread, plus a bottle of milk and a bottle of yogurt—enough for an adult's daily rations.

"Was it you who saved the mayor's father at the amusement park that day, Ye the Divine Physician?" Lin Qingzhu couldn't help asking.

Behind the hill, the soldiers, enraged by the Japanese soldier's boastful shouts, were already furious; now, when the traitor translator repeated the Japanese's words once more, everyone exploded in anger.

Still, one must admit, Ju Hua's outfit today was perfect—beautiful, pleasing to the eye. No wonder she could "deceive" Su Xue's family into taking Su Xue out.

After the instructor arrived, she ordered everyone to watch her closely, then performed several slow-motion moves for them to practice and learn from each other.

The remaining items included consumable night-vision binoculars, consumable Immortal Beans that prevent hunger for three days, consumable… several other random things—all wasted Glory Points last night trying to roll for the "Invincible Drinker" skill.

The power of the Four-Sided Demon Array can remain at its peak for a long time, and if the Four-Sided Demon Gods no longer hold back, it will grow even stronger.

No one could have imagined that Li the Instructor, whose strength was so terrifyingly immense, had been defeated—let alone by a mere A-rank newcomer.

Yet compared to the former pride of Dao Ling Tian Zong, the entire Dao Ling Mountain now seemed steeped in suppression and dread.

"No need. I only want one hundred thousand. Oh, and hand over every last cent you stole!" Ye Chenfeng said.

"Hmph, you're all ganging up on me!" Tao Jiu walked off, her expression deeply sorrowful as she turned away.

Hearing Liu Yiyi's words, the thin man and the fat man exchanged a glance, their confusion deepening.

Once the train had vanished completely, Qin Lang exhaled heavily, as if finally releasing a breath he'd been holding.

Jing Hong's ostrich-like posture gave Yun Qi a pounding headache; he stood up and walked toward Jing Hong.

Perhaps her life had been hard, but she had also gained much—people who truly loved and cared for her.

The young master's answer was vague, but Fang Caiwei understood. Precisely because she understood, she couldn't help sighing: what a cruel twist of fate.

Jin Laoba, standing at the end of the corridor, immediately realized the passage was too narrow and the boy too formidable—this way, no matter how many they sent, they'd be crushed.

The cultivator glanced at Zou Li. "You may proceed, Elder. May your wishes be fulfilled in the Immortal City!" With that, he bowed slightly.

He launched an assault on Qin Feng and the other, unleashing a constant stream of spiritual techniques while activating divine artifacts to strike.

"What do you think Bai Qu will do when he sees this post?" Chen Qiuyu suddenly spoke, breaking her silence.

Su Yu suddenly remembered—Ya'er was an elf. Since Ya'er had asked him, and it wasn't much trouble, he agreed.

Everyone on Peach Island knew that although Su Yu was only three or four years old, his mind worked no differently from an adult's—sometimes even with an old-fashioned air.

Luo Quanzhi pondered briefly; though Gu Beibei was formidable, she likely couldn't match Gui Qinglin.

"Can't she leave?" Bai Tao asked again, then pursed her lips, sizing up Gu Yuhuai's frame—surely she could manage?

The beginning of any endeavor is hardest; only when Bai Tao became shopkeeper herself did she realize how naive she'd been—this place was nothing like her old world.

"Isn't this a winter melon?" the old man blurted out. Though much larger than ordinary ones, it was unmistakably a winter melon—"Why is it white!" Had it mutated?

Zheng Hui's expression darkened further. She shook her head. "Not good. She hasn't regained consciousness since admission. A few days ago, her condition improved slightly, but it worsened again this morning—she still hasn't come out!" She wiped her tears and turned back to gaze at the patient isolated in the ward.

Qin Yu was nearly driven mad—this helplessness, unable to speak or move, forced to watch helplessly as deadly danger crept closer—this wasn't fear anymore, but profound despair.

Brussels' food delivery service was nowhere near as good as in Zhonghua; Zhou Qingfeng called the Chinese restaurant from yesterday, paid them, and asked them to send someone. Fortunately, the restaurant's owner, Lin, was kind enough to help.

As for Su Yu helping Ma Hongjun in the first place, it was because he didn't want the tragedy from the original story to repeat—he wanted Ma Hongjun to attain the rank of a Level-One God and take Bai Chenxiang with him to the Divine Realm.

Eve Hugo deliberately scheduled their meetings—one in the morning, one in the afternoon—so John could save time and avoid having to return later for another meeting. John was very satisfied with her thoughtful arrangement.

Qingshan County is called "Qingshan" because within its borders lies a vast mountain range stretching over a hundred li.

"Heh, I know! But I still owe you thanks—if not for you, I might still be unconscious. What's the current battle situation?" Zhu Zhudan smiled faintly.