Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 97 The Golden Moon ([-])

The dying Cao Bailu was lying on the ground. He looked at the old opera singer in front of him and gritted his teeth.

The entire small world is already full of sword energy.

The old opera man looked at Cao Bailu with a smile, and said, "What? Looking for rescuers? Don't blame me for not reminding you, ordinary rescuers can't save you."

"The rescuers who failed to save you, or failed to leave this small world, will die with you,"

"I, my temper is not so good,"

After the old actor finished speaking, the Deer Demon Sword in his hand withdrew slightly.

Cao Bailu, who was almost suffocated, took a breath.

Now, not to mention his internal organs, including his Qi Palace, almost all the meridians and acupoints have been filled with fierce sword energy, even a little movement would make him miserable.

But Cao Bailu is Cao Bailu, even if it hurts, it can't delay his verbal skills.

"Old Immortal," Cao Bailu breathed heavily, and said with a difficult smile, "You don't need to worry about it, my rescuer will definitely satisfy you."

"Then I'll wait and see," the old actor nodded, shaking his loose robe, and said, "If you can hold on for 30 seconds after your rescuer arrives, I'll count you through my test."

"At that time, you don't have to die,"

Cao Bailu was lying on the ground, and he looked at the sky wearily.

In fact, he was tempted to light his bong and have a puff or two.

Unfortunately, he can't.

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On the land of Xixuan, there is a misty fairyland far away from the world.

A rattan chair was still shaking rhythmically, but there was no one on it, presumably it had just left.

What the other end of the wicker chair faced was not some beautiful scenery in the fairyland, but a roaring ancient beast.

This strange monster, which looks like a combination of a dragon and a phoenix, is bound by countless chains. It can't advance or retreat. It can only spend time in this fairyland on earth, day after day, year after year.

A large country in the Central Plains, the capital of the Northern Han Dynasty.

The Xiahou family was a big family in the Northern Han Dynasty, and there were countless members of the family who held high positions in the Northern Han Dynasty. The ten princes and five Sima, and the fourth generation and three princes all had the reputation of the Xiahou family far and wide.

The successive emperors of the Northern Han Dynasty were also big-hearted, allowing Xiahou's family to manage them wholeheartedly, which eventually made them a deep-rooted power in the Northern Han Dynasty.

It's not that the Northern Han emperors were stupid, but that they had to.

But as for why he did this, it involves some of Xixuan's old calendars, so I won't go into details here, as it seems superfluous.

In Xiahou's mansion, apart from the ancestral hall and the meeting hall, the largest building is not the residence of the Patriarch, but the residence of the Young Master.

The young master of Xiahou's family likes to raise rare and exotic beasts, but the gold and jade are ruined among them. This is well known in the Northern Han Dynasty, and almost everyone is laughing at the fact that Xiahou's family has produced such a useless dude.

Some people even said that sooner or later, the foundation of the Xiahou family for more than a hundred years will be wiped out in the hands of this young master Xiahou.

Just now, the romantic young master, who has played all over the world, told his personal servants that he was going to travel far away.

The servant only thought that he was going to another fancy building, and did not forget to ask him to bring some money.

The young master of Xiahou's family smiled and nodded.

Then they went out.

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"Your rescue is too slow, I don't have so much time to spend with you," the old opera man frowned as he looked at Cao Bailu lying on the ground.

"I know, it will be ready soon," Cao Bailu nodded weakly, and he explained, "We must give some time to hurry."

"It's a test, it's not a life-and-death enmity, you just give it a chance, old god, just wait a little longer,"

"Okay," the old actor was really shocked by Cao Bailu's smooth tongue, "I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've seen a young man like you."

"There is a lot of time, I just wait,"

"However, you can sing a play for me," said the old opera man, looking at Cao Bailu jokingly.

"Ah!?" Cao Bailu didn't understand what kind of medicine this old opera man was selling. He said, "How can you show your shame in front of the old god?"

"If you tell you to sing, you can sing, don't be such a mother-in-law," the old opera singer said contemptuously, "Will Jin Yueye do it?"

"Will do,"

"Yo? Kid, it's not bad, you know everything, okay, just sing this,"

"Well, in this situation, you have to bow your head." Cao Bailu reluctantly recognized the reality, "If you don't sing well, don't cut me off in a fit of anger."

"There's so much nonsense, if you don't sing, I'll kill you right now," the old opera man said, as if he wanted to kill Cao Bailu.

"Don't! Calm down, I'll sing, can't I sing?" Cao Bailu stopped the old opera singer as if crying.

He cleared his throat, and began to sing one of the oldest excerpts of Xixuan Tianxia in a long and melodious tune.

"Under the golden moon! Look at that heroic general!"

"Majestic! It's a pity that I lost the pomegranate skirt!"

"It's just majestic! I've lost Carmine back then!"

"I am from that family..."

Compared with today's Xixuan opera, the rhythm of Jin Yueye's excerpt is really not good. After all, it is an old excerpt, and it was not yet complete in all aspects at that time.

This play mainly tells about a war under the golden moon, which is not interesting, but because it is adapted from historical facts, it is also better than reality.

Cao Bailu sang the opera with his crisp voice, and the old opera singer was beside him, closing his eyes and listening carefully.

In the night sky above this small world, the falling golden moon also stopped moving.

The golden moon hanging high in the night sky is like a spectator of the historical tide, quietly watching the changes of the mountains and rivers, and the vicissitudes of the sea.

As if it never left.

The people on the stage are singing.

People in the audience, listen to the play.

It has been like this since ancient times.

As a result, when this small world began to shake because of being attacked, the two singing and listening to the opera didn't feel anything.

This is the stage.

　The third watch has been delivered, and it will be the third watch tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)