Chapter 237: You Are the God of Drama

I'm asking you a question, Bai Sha!

Why are you desecrating his corpse?!

Yu, the troupe master, frowned in anger and crouched down.

He gripped Wu Wang's throat and lifted him up.

But the man's gaze remained fixed on Prince Xiang's massive corpse—specifically, on the skeleton he had just dissected.

Wu Wang said nothing, only continued smiling.

The page stepped forward, crouched down, and gently touched the still-warm, dripping remains.

Ye Yiran chose a random snow-capped mountain, carved out a cave dwelling, set up forbidden seals, and began his seclusion.

"A few Macau people came causing trouble at the South Sea venue—you need to handle it for me; I can't spare the time," Situ Junlong said.

Shen Xing Wuji indeed lived up to everyone's expectations and barely managed to hold off one of them.

What his father had not erased, he would never forget; what he had remembered, what he had once strived for, he would never easily let go. He was his son, and naturally inherited some of his traits.

He clearly had no knowledge of Ye Rong's affair, yet his careless words revealed to all that Ye Rong had offered herself as a concubine—how could the young master possibly defile Ye Rong when he was resting in Jingming Courtyard? It was she who deliberately seduced him, then feigned innocence and victimhood; truly, she was an excellent actress.

Li Zixiao knew that gaining insight at the moment of death meant he would live one day less; suddenly, a strange thought crept into his mind.

But despite all calculations, the blind old man never expected Xia Zi Yun's unwillingness to accept defeat—she survived in another way.

Perhaps this Thousand City War should have ended long ago; even the Alliance's leader perished in the Ancient Battlefield, and the Thousand City War he himself had initiated became his own grave.

Seeing Ye Shaoxuan's resolve, Leng Mo said no more; whatever Ye Shaoxuan believed to be right, he would fully support.

During battle, how much energy and combat power your Dao Foundation provides determines how long you can endure and whether you'll ultimately walk away victorious.

Murong Qingran paused, tilted her head, and let out two light laughs, then fixed her icy gaze on Ming Ying: "I'll let you have three strikes—no weapons needed."

Si Yi Ku and Gu Ning looked up at the sound; a figure descended gracefully, landing between them, and with a wave of his hand, snapped the chaotic qi binding the Yan Gu Fan as easily as tearing a strip of cloth.

Even playing with friends costs money; given their family's previous financial state, they couldn't even afford to accept invitations to meals, because he knew he had no chance of returning the favor.

Taking advantage of the dark smoke, the Sick Young Master landed first, swiftly tracing talismans with his right hand; before anyone could make out the symbols, he clapped his palm into the air—the talisman transformed into a massive net, sweeping toward Chi Yun Daoist.

Upon receiving this most unbearable reply, all who knew the truth turned icy cold.

"What? Following us all along?!" As expected, upon hearing Li Wu's words, the Hongbo crew on the warship all turned pale and began murmuring in alarm.

"Pervert!" Seeing Li Wu's gaze grow inappropriate, Li Dong'er panicked, snatched the gold bar, and bolted out the door.

These male mosquitoes, irradiated, produce reproductive cells containing numerous lethal mutations that halt embryonic development.

They couldn't be released directly on Earth; otherwise, there'd be no point building a spacecraft—just pull them out of your backpack.

Because Ye Ziquan was a speed-type evolver, Yang Fan trusted him completely—he entrusted Ye Ziquan with scouting missions, and Ye Ziquan never disappointed, completing every task perfectly.

Zheng Xichen stepped forward slowly, stood beside the bed, and gazed at the one he loved, tears streaming endlessly from his eyes. He longed to embrace him, to touch him with his body, to lean tightly against his chest, and to demand the deepest, hottest kiss.