Chapter 66: The Good Show Begins

A legal education lecture.

Yesterday, upon seeing those children playing and scuffling, Tian Xiang had suddenly conceived the idea of inviting a theatrical troupe.

Using traditional opera to portray crime scenes, followed by simulated trials to educate the public on the law, would offer everyone both a visual and auditory spectacle. It would be suspenseful, thrilling, and highly effective.

Model operas!

Even before the New Year had arrived, there were actually model operas to watch.

Everyone was overjoyed. "Officer Tian, is that true?"

Tian Xiang replied, "Would I lie to you?"

He lowered his head and saw a fine, splitting fracture running right down the middle of his Kevlar bulletproof vest, from top to bottom.

"Let her go." At this sight, Chen Yi's eyes turned bloodshot, his pupils constricting violently. Hearing Xinxin's weeping and screaming in particular made his heart feel as though it were being shredded by a knife.

Some things should be asked about, while others are best left unmentioned, not even a single word uttered. These secrets must be allowed to rot deep in one's stomach and fester in one's mind.

To an outside observer, it would seem as though Hong Tian had retrieved the item from his spatial ring, but in reality, he had purchased it from the shop.

"I have indeed pondered that possibility, but the crucial question is: who will break through the encirclement?" Xu Zhenlei asked.

Human beings are very strange creatures; everyone desires affirmation from others and longs for someone to listen to them earnestly, regardless of who they are.

Without needing to think, Hong Tian knew that Kong Lingyue would undoubtedly face severe punishment upon being taken back this time.

Wu Kui looked toward Tianhuoliu, not speaking immediately, but remaining silent for a long while before his gaze turned solemn.

"Master, my family is holding a Buddhist ritual. I wonder if you might have the time?" The person speaking was dressed quite well. In this era, a person's clothing immediately revealed their family's financial standing.

By inviting the artists from both sides to gather this time, Andy wanted to divert his own attention.

He was not afraid; participating in the competition for the Prince Consort today was merely to accumulate that final bit of snow spirit. Once the snow spirit was gathered, he would simply leave. With his current strength and the might of the Ominous Blade, even if a monarch at the late stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm were to personally intervene to stop him, it was doubtful they could shake him by even a fraction.

"Forget it, doing that would go against my gentlemanly image as a witness... But touching her feet, just feeling them gently shouldn't hurt, right?" Jiutiao thought with wicked delight as he looked at the bare jade feet exposed not far above his head. The moonlight poured in from outside the window, casting Jiutiao's shadow on the wall. Huh? Why was his mouth so elongated, complete with two sharp fangs?

"That does make some sense. We shall proceed according to your plan for now, but the moment we defeat the Feather Emperor, we will have completely offended Lin Jian. Sooner or later, we will have to face him," Nangong Ping said.

In the distance, the scouts stationed on the city walls at the valley entrance could already see a vast, winding dragon of people, each holding a torch aloft, surging boisterously toward the valley.

Proximity breeds success; those five fierce ghosts who had fought the six-headed Fire Rock Python earliest were already the strongest in terms of strength within the Burning Soul Palace. Coupled with their close proximity to the Samsara Stone, they naturally rushed to its side the earliest.

The driver smiled, deliberately holding back the punchline. Seeing Qin Yuan's eager expression, he slowly began to tell the story.

The morning sun emitted a warm radiance, drifting in through the window along with the bustling clamor of the speeding train.

Looking at Zhuo Yun's gleaming, resolute eyes, Leng Ji felt a mixture of emotional stirring and deep unwillingness.

Feng Xiaodong could naturally hear that Zhou Shaoqiang was indeed somewhat dissatisfied with Zhou Qilin. However, with Zhou Qilin's phone now unreachable, there was nothing he could do.

Yet now, although he uttered no sigh, she could sense a subtle, faint trace of helplessness about him.

Watching the azure wood divine dragon faintly materialize, Ye Meng curled the corners of her lips into a smile that spread outward, as a conspiracy quietly brewed.

Upstairs, Dong Mingwei could hardly contain his laughter; a situation like this could easily spark a conflict if handled improperly.

Yet the next instant, Huang Cheng's smile froze on his face. His palm-blade failed to shatter Yi Feng's fist. Instead, the silvery-white spiritual energy wrapping around Yi Feng's fist surged like lightning onto his blade light.