The wind of the fist sounded, and Wang Maoyang was shaken all over. At this moment, he felt that all his internal organs had been shattered. Even his heart was beating rapidly under the punch, and then gradually lost its beat.
Wang Maoyang knelt on the ground with his mouth wide open, raised his head and looked at Zhou Yuan blankly.
After a moment, Wang Maoyang fell down.
Needless to say, he died.
Zhou Yuan motioned to Wang Maoyang’s people and said, “Take them away!”
"yes!"
Wang Maoyang's people responded quickly, dragged Wang Maoyang's body down, and left in a panic.
These people drove away as if fleeing.
Zhou Yuan turned around and motioned to Fan Xian: "The performance is good, let's continue!"
Fan Xian was excited and quickly bowed and said: "Thank you Yuanlong War Lord!"
Zhou Yuan nodded, walked off the stage, and returned to Li Qingwu.
Since the people in the audience did not know what happened on the stage, the storm subsided after just a short discussion.
The play continued and started singing.
Moreover, knowing that Yuanlong Zhanzun was listening to the opera below, the actors sang even more attentively.
Li Qingwu took Zhou Yuan's arm and said, "Husband, you have a bad temper. Did you beat that person to death? You did it when you said you would, and you didn't give him a chance."
Zhou Yuandao: "Some people don't know what an opportunity is. If you give him a chance, he will seize this opportunity to retaliate against you. Therefore, this is the way to survive."
"That's right. Qing Wu, Zhou Yuan is right, didn't you see how arrogant that person was just now? This kind of person should be taught what despair is." Chen Qianzi said.
Li Qingwu said nothing more.
Ever since Zhou Yuan came back, she has become accustomed to this kind of thing!
The next few people stopped talking and listened to the play quietly.
...
The play continued until ten o'clock in the night before it ended.
As the opera came to an end, Fan Xian announced the end of the opera, and everyone in the audience left with unfinished content.
The crowd dispersed in all directions, and the night market became lively.
Many people were sitting in groups at the food stalls, discussing tonight's opera and what happened.
"Let's find a place to have something to eat and have supper before going back?" Chen Qianzi suggested.
Li Qingwu hummed: "I happen to be hungry too!"
"Mom, let's go!"
Li Qingwu grabbed Liu Ruoqin.
A few people were about to find a food stall to eat something. At this moment, Fan Xian ran down from the stage and shouted: "War Lord Yuanlong, please stay!"
Zhou Yuan stopped and turned around.
There was no one around at this time, so I wasn't afraid of being heard.
Fan Xian quickly ran over and said: "Zhan Yuanlong, I really want to thank you for what happened just now. Otherwise, I might have to spend my whole life in prison."
Zhou Yuan said: "It takes a little effort. In addition, I am also a follower of Long Dian. Your performance is very good!"
Fan Xian replied: "Zhan Yuanlong, to be honest, I am the same as you. My ancestors are from the Dragon King Palace."
"Really?"
Zhou Yuan thought for a moment and smiled: "Your ancestor's name is Fan Ye?"
Fan Xian said: "Yes, we are all natives of Tianhe. My ancestor joined Long Dian and was one of the first people to join the Dragon King Palace. His name is Fan Ye!"
Zhou Yuan replied: "It seems that our paths are different. Thank you very much!"
Zhou Yuan meant to thank him for what he had done for Long Dian.
Fan Xian smiled.
Zhou Yuan didn't speak any more, and slowly left with Li Qingwu and the other girls.
Fan Xian asked: "Will Long Dian be re-established in the future?"
Zhou Yuan didn't even look back: "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!"