Chapter 237: You Are the God of Theater

"I'm asking you, White Robe!"

"Why insult his corpse!"

Troupe Leader Yu frowned, his face full of anger, and squatted down.

He grabbed Wu Wang by the throat and lifted him up.

But the other's gaze still fixed on the massive corpse of Prince Xiang, or rather, on the skeleton he had just dissected from it.

Wu Wang said nothing, merely laughing.

The page boy stepped forward, also squatting down to stroke the 【remains】 still steaming and dripping.

Ye Yiran randomly chose a snow mountain, opened a cave dwelling, set up prohibitions, and began seclusion.

"A few Macau folks came to the Nanhai venue to cause trouble; you must go settle it for me, as I cannot spare myself right now," Situ Junlong said.

Divine Speed Without Fear; he indeed did not disappoint everyone's expectations and managed to block one with difficulty.

What his father did not extinguish, he would absolutely not forget; what he remembered, what he once strove to pursue, he would absolutely not let go easily. He was his son, naturally inheriting some of his traits.

It was clear he knew nothing of Ye Rong's matter, yet at the same time his unintentional words announced to all that Ye Rong had offered herself; the young master was resting in Mirror Bright Courtyard, how could he have defiled Ye Rong? Was it not she who deliberately seduced the young master, yet pretended to be innocent and aggrieved? Truly, she knew how to act.

Li Zixiao knew that realizing immediate death and leaving meant he would live one day less; suddenly, a strange thought drilled into his brain.

But after a thousand calculations, one slip occurred; the old blind man never expected Xia Ziyun, unwilling to die, to survive in another way.

Perhaps this Battle of a Thousand Cities should have ended long ago; even the Alliance Lord of the War Alliance fell in the Ancient Battlefield, and the Battle of a Thousand Cities he opened ultimately became the graveyard that buried him.

Seeing that Ye Shaoxuan's mind was made up, Leng Mo did not say more; as long as Ye Shaoxuan believed something was right, he would fully support it.

In the midst of combat, how much energy and combat power your Dao Foundation can provide determines how long you can last in this fight and whether you can finally walk away laughing.

Murong Qingran paused, looked up and chuckled lightly, then stared coldly at Ming Ying: "I grant you three moves; no weapons needed."

Si Yiku and Gu Ning heard the sound and looked up; one person descended gracefully, standing between Si Yiku and Gu Ning. With a wave of his hand, he tore the chaotic turbid qi binding the Yan Bone Fan, as simple as tearing a strip of cloth.

Playing with friends costs money too; given their family's previous financial situation, let alone treating friends to a meal, they wouldn't even dare accept a friend's invitation to eat, because he knew he had no chance to return the favor.

Taking advantage of the spreading black smoke, the Sick Young Master landed first, swiftly drawing a Talisman with his right hand. Before anyone could see what was drawn, the Sick Young Master slapped the air, and the Talisman transformed into a giant net, casting over Daoist Chi Yun.

After receiving such an utterly unacceptable reply, all who knew the truth felt their bodies turn ice-cold.

"What, they've been following us all along?!" As expected. Upon hearing Li Wu's words, all the Hongbo people on the warship's faces changed drastically, and they began to murmur among themselves.

"You stinking pervert!" Seeing Li Wu's gaze gradually turn wrong, Li Dong'er grew panicked, quickly grabbed the gold bar, and darted out.

These male mosquitoes, after radiation, produced reproductive gametes containing many lethal mutations, thereby blocking embryonic development.

They could not release it directly on Earth; otherwise, there would be no need for a space warship at all—they could simply take the thing out of the backpack.

Because Ye Ziquan was a speed-type Evolver, Yang Fan was very open with him; for instance, the task of scouting was left to Ye Ziquan, and Ye Ziquan did not disappoint Yang Fan's hopes, completing every mission perfectly.

Zheng Xichen walked forward step by step, standing by the bed and looking at his beloved, tears streaming endlessly from his eyes. He wanted to step forward and embrace him, wanted to touch him with his own body, wanted to lean tightly against his chest, and demand the deepest, hottest kiss.