Chapter 222: Teasing Dou Dou

Ruan Hongzhuang, who was in the middle of eating, nearly choked to death on Dou Dou's single sentence.

"What nonsense are you talking? Who speaks like that? How rude!" Shen Siyuan reached out to tap her small head.

Dou Dou hurriedly used both hands to protect her small head.

"Sister says so too."

"You know that, so why ask?"

"Hehe..."

"Why aren't you at home with your mom and dad, running around all day?"

"Mom and dad let

But that endless fire existed only within Ding Huo's current thought, utterly untouchable; the pet egg spun around in panic, yet could do nothing.

Had it not been for the deputy regiment commander in charge, who was experienced and adjusted the tactics upon timely detecting the anomaly—abandoning the original plan of fighting the puppet troops first and the Japanese army later, and instead holding on to the Japanese army with a death grip and refusing to let go, using the puppet troops' unwillingness to abandon the Japanese to pin them down—the outcome here would truly have been uncertain.

The thick bear paw slammed fiercely against its own chest, making a "thump-thump" sound, its momentum terrifying.

"Team Leader Ding, Captain, this must be the person we are looking for!" The soldier, seeing Ding Zheng and the guard captain approach, immediately reported.

"If I am not mistaken, you are the sorrowful Yuan of Sleep," the thaumaturge Farna said to the man before him.

Then he extended his right hand and slowly swept it across the Broken Wind Sword; his finger split open a wound, and drops of scarlet, thick blood immediately dripped onto the ground.

He had already abandoned the idea of seizing Tang Xiao's physical body, which meant he would choose to vanish forever.

But by this time, quite a few cultivators with high talent had already practiced this sword technique to the entry level.

Compared to the bustle at Mount Taihang, Chiang Kai-shek in Chongqing was displeased, for he had indirectly received the message Liao Fan sent to him through Dai Li.

And just at this moment, Fu Can suddenly noticed something was amiss; the bustling council hall had, at some unknown time, become utterly silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Those two massive stones, resembling white jade coffins, must undoubtedly be the Holy Spirit Stones formed from the two kidneys of the Great God Kuafu they spoke of; no wonder they looked so much like an enlarged version of pig kidneys.

After learning everything, Wang Sheng's mood slowly began to brighten. At first, he thought Ni Daye was truly just a pig farmer; if that were true, his heart would certainly have been unbalanced.

Grandfather Meng Youcai's expression changed; initially thinking someone intended harm to the three of them, he quickly pulled Meng Que and Ye Xingxing aside. Listening closely to the direction of the gunfire, he discovered it was not from nearby, but rather from the direction Old Nine and the others had just departed.

"This guest was indeed here, but whether he is the one you seek, I do not know. Wearing camouflage, looking like Andy Lau; this evening, we did indeed host a guest like that," Manager Yang said while recalling.

Han Dong knew his matter had already been exposed; this time, even his uncle could not save him. At this moment, he must run.

Yet even at this moment, they could hardly believe the scene before their eyes; that gate, which had always been exceptionally wide, seemed to be submerged by this flow of people, their astonishment barely concealed. For with just a thought, they could guess who the people escorted by the Yanhuang Army were.

"If you came today to remind me, I have received it; you may leave," Lu Changfeng said angrily. He felt that speaking with such a willful and capricious Princess was truly a waste of his precious time.

It was just that this man had abandoned her time and again, plunging her into danger repeatedly, even nearly causing her to be assaulted.

No way, it's still a distant relative by marriage; yet I wonder, with the supreme power of the Five Emperors, why must he still be that lowly prisoner of the Immortal Realm on Zu Zhou Island, and nearly lose his life at the hands of those three who, counting generations, were still his grand-disciples? Thinking of this, his brows furrowed slightly.