Chapter 236: The Death of the Overlord, Wu Wang's Plan

"Underhanded tactics..."

"Unworthy of being a son!"

The black-and-white opera makeup on the Prince's face had been thoroughly smeared by sweat flowing like water.

His iron-green face was mixed with black and white paint.

This made the already fanged zombie visage even more ferocious.

Strangely, an unnatural flush showed through beneath his iron-green skin.

It made him feel that even raising his arm was far more laborious than usual.

Rip—

Blood gushed from his arm; his black blade, along with his arm, snapped and vanished before his eyes. The arm holding the blade bled, staining the ground red.

Shen Qingqiu wore her hair in a bun today, with a blue sweater on top and white wide-leg jeans below.

For instance, the scene foretold by the death simulation: after he defeated the Seven-Star Dragon, he died from dragon scales a few nights after returning home.

The people leaving the theater after the performance brought the liveliness out with them, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, desolate autumn evening.

"No need. I brought only Zhang Wu on this trip. Our mountain stronghold has few generals; if they all went to the enemy camp, there would be no one left to guard us. Besides, after I arrive, the stronghold must remain on high alert at all times to prevent a surprise attack from the enemy camp," Li Sandao said.

Upon hearing this, Pan Shi and the soldiers were overjoyed, one after another expressing their gratitude to Li Sandao. Their bond as comrades was deep; not being separated was the best outcome possible.

"Sigh, Zhou Ming, don't you usually stay indoors? Why were you out all day today?" When his roommates saw Zhou Ming return, they all turned to look at him, and one of them asked.

At that moment, a tear the size of a bean suddenly slid down from Yu Chu's eyes, dripping onto Pei Yancheng's hand.

In a daze, clouds seemed to gather around the three-eyed ghost owl before his eyes, as if he could see an old man with evil eyes.

It could be heard that the Dwarf Chief's voice was both angry and helpless; finally, he let out a frustrated snort and stopped arguing, revealing that the Dukes held some leverage over him.

The three elders of the Xuanyuan family were quite helpless, but since Xuanyuan Yihan insisted on staying, they could only stay as well. They believed that even if they waited a day or half a day and still found no trace of Jiao Yi, no one would wait any longer.

After setting it up, I shouted the word 'Start' clearly, and mist immediately swirled around the surroundings. However, to the soldiers outside, there was no change whatsoever here.

Song Jian's eyes instantly lit up; he loved watching famous heroes of the hour fight for their lives. Whether this person had once been a villain or a hero, at this very moment, it brought Song Jian a sense of tragedy.

These two were either dragons or tigers; as soon as they entered Xiangyang, they stirred up the wind and clouds. If the commandery governor's mansion here were a wolf's den, even the head wolf, Liu Biao, would have to tremble in fear, let alone these rats and mice? At the same time, precisely because of this, every move the two made caused the people inside the hall to treat them as the ultimate standard, their hearts restless and unable to control themselves.

"So, your club is left with only the two of you?" Deng Zecheng was asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he also wanted to verify whether the Folklore Club, which claimed to possess exorcism tools, had a higher survival rate.

Many girls had confessed to him before, but none of them were as good at dealing with people as Xia Meiqi, who immediately bribed Zhou Hongtao's friends from the start.

After telling her brothers everything, Shen Jiaojiao felt incredibly relieved. Having received her family's blessings had always been her greatest hope; now she had accomplished half of it, so she rolled around on the bed in a good mood.

The fierce soldiers of the borderlands were mostly brave and skilled in battle; the wolf nature in the bones of nomadic tribes could never be extinguished no matter how many years passed, but their weakness was also very prominent: chaotic military discipline.

"You... you heartless people, how dare you laugh at me? This is simply outrageous." Zhou Renyan was so provoked that she became incoherent.

"'Also'? Does that mean he attacked other camps too?" Even if E Ge Shao Er was stupid, he heard something wrong at this moment. His two large eyes, like copper bells, swept back and forth; seeing Dotamou with his head hanging low, his eyes conveyed a question.