Chapter 222: Doudou and Doudou

Ruan Hongzhuang, who was eating, nearly choked herself on a single remark from Doudou.

"What nonsense are you talking? Who talks like that? So impolite!" Shen Siyuan reached out and tapped her little head.

Doudou quickly covered her head with both hands.

"Sister says the same thing."

"If you know, why ask?"

"Hehe…"

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

"My parents told me to…"

But the Infinite Fire existed only within Ding Huo's current thoughts—utterly intangible. The pet egg spun helplessly in circles, powerless to act.

Had the deputy company commander in charge not been experienced enough to notice the anomaly and adjust tactics—abandoning the original plan of first attacking the puppet troops, then the Japanese, and instead fixating on the Japanese, exploiting the puppet troops' reluctance to abandon them—the outcome here might have been very different.

The thick bear paw slammed hard against its own chest, thudding loudly, terrifying in its force.

"Comrade Ding Zuzhang, Captain, this must be the person we're looking for!" The soldier hurriedly reported as Ding Zheng and the guard captain approached.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the Lament of the Dreaming Plain," the sorcerer Falna said to the man before him.

He extended his right hand and slowly brushed it across the Broken Wind Sword; his fingers split open, and drops of thick, crimson blood immediately fell to the ground.

He had already abandoned the idea of seizing Tang Xiao's body, which meant he would choose eternal dissolution.

By now, many cultivators with high talent had already reached the introductory level of this sword art.

Compared to the bustle of the Taihang Mountains, Jiang Weizhang in Chongqing was displeased, for he had indirectly received word from Liao Fan via Dai Li.

At that moment, Fu Can suddenly sensed something wrong—the bustling meeting hall had, without notice, fallen into complete silence, so quiet a pin could be heard dropping.

Those two massive stones, resembling white jade coffins, were undoubtedly the Sacred Spirit Stones formed from the kidneys of the Giant Kua Fu—no wonder they looked exactly like enlarged pig kidneys.

After learning everything, Wang Sheng's mood gradually brightened. At first, he had thought Ni Daye was merely a pig farmer; had that been true, his heart would have been deeply unbalanced.

Grandfather Meng Youcai's expression changed instantly; he initially suspected someone was targeting the three of them and quickly pulled Meng Que and the gorilla aside. Listening to the direction of the gunshots, he realized they weren't nearby—but rather where Lao Jiu and the others had just departed.

"This guest was indeed here, but whether he's the one you're looking for, I can't say. Wearing camouflage, looked like Andy Lau—this evening, we did host a guest like that," Manager Yang said, recalling.

Han Dong knew his secret had been exposed; even his uncle couldn't save him now—he had to run.

Even now, they struggled to believe what they saw: the once-vast city gate seemed entirely swallowed by the flood of people, their astonishment unmistakable. For just thinking about it, they could guess who these prisoners escorted by the Yanhuang Army must be.

"If you came today to remind me, I've received it. You may leave," Lu Changfeng snapped. He felt speaking to such a capricious, spoiled princess was a waste of his precious time.

Yet this man had repeatedly abandoned her, leaving her in danger time and again, even nearly subjecting her to humiliation.

No way—still a distant relative? But why, with the Five Emperors' boundless power, was he still trapped as a lowly celestial prisoner on Zu Zhou Island, nearly killed by three men who were, technically, his former disciples' disciples? Thinking of this, his brow furrowed slightly.