Chapter 296: I Call You Father King, You Treat Me as Your Grandson

"Why are there so few Yin soldiers?"

After running around the Guaizi Mountain Ghost Kingdom, Chi Miao became anxious. The number of Yin soldiers recruited by the Barbarian Ghosts wasn't even half of ten thousand.

Sha Mu said, "Two thousand Yin soldiers are still considered few? We Sha Barbarians only have one thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand five hundred Yin soldiers are indeed not few, but it's far from enough for ten thousand!" Chi Miao said in despair.

"What did Sha Yu say?" Sha Mu asked.

"Godmother told me to find a place to hide first..."

"This..." Chen Zhong Yi hadn't seen Ye Pei so anxious before and didn't dare to delay, so he had to come in again.

Lord Changping jumped off his horse and bowed to admit his mistake. He didn't believe the man in the bamboo hat would betray him, nor did he believe Bai Yi would dare to arrest him directly because of this matter.

These spirit rice had special people to perform spirit rain, so Liu Xuanhe and Liu Shanqing only needed to come here once a month to perform the "Spirit Pregnancy Technique" on the spirit rice.

"They forgot their original intention, or perhaps they didn't forget, but had to make changes," Bai Yi said softly.

Ye Pei got up and saw Zhao Zhen still lying blankly on the spot, thinking he had fallen hard, so she quickly put down the brocade box to help Zhao Zhen.

However, her legs were really too short. By the time she reached Luye, he had already overturned a large pot of porridge on the ground.

Ignorance or extremism, human sacrifice was actually not uncommon. Especially among some fishermen who relied on the sea for a living, and even pirates.

At this moment, hearing Yang Jun's cold voice and turning around to look, he realized a police car was behind him, and immediately shrank to the side, pinching his tail.

"The good show can't be watched, can only go home!" Sheng Yangyang sighed with apparent regret and walked towards Lu Mingsheng.

Looking at his seemingly newborn skin, faintly glowing with luster, Lin Luo could feel that his arms were full of explosive power.

Xing Jie's pupils contracted tightly, and he whispered to Basang's ear about this matter. However, although Basang was also of the Kangke tribe, his tribe was in the back of Tibet, and he wasn't familiar with the situation here. What could be done now? They were already here; could they retreat?

Zhang Ying didn't remarry in the United States either. Perhaps influenced by her own celibacy, she also chose an independent life.

A trace of panic appeared in Ye Yaotiao's heart. She looked timidly at Han Shaoxun's tense face, shook her head, and took two steps back, her eyes full of fear.

Was it a means or intuition unique to her for judging actors? Lin Mu raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at the conference room on the side.

Seeing Caesar walking towards the obstacle gate, they retreated consciously to both sides, clearing a path for this general's son to pass.

Leaving a residual image, Lin Luo's body instantly disappeared from the spot and headed straight for Xuan Ming.

Feeling Lin Luo's gaze, Qian Li finally understood that she had been played by someone. This was the first time in history. Her pretty face was angry, and she had the urge to peel a layer of skin off Lin Luo.

Zhang Ruofeng suddenly remembered that Lu Jietian had come to him to buy songs after participating in this program.

Han Shengqi couldn't help but feel worried after knowing his opponent was Luo Lingyun. With his current chess skills, he was definitely not Luo Lingyun's opponent. In the first game of the second round, it looked like he had lost.

"Then Mr. Qin, how many rounds do you think you will take to decide the winner tomorrow?" At this time, this reporter immediately turned to Qin Bin and asked him. Hearing such a sensible question from this reporter, Qin Bin also proudly raised his head.

The cutting scene Qi Xuan had imagined didn't happen. The most real situation shook his mind. The palm print crushed over, and the sword energy was like paper, instantly becoming shattered energy. The entire palm print was like the hand of a god, majestic and awe-inspiring, pushing horizontally against Qi Xuan.

Macbeth held the blue-and-white Guardian Sword, roaring on the mammoth beast. He wanted to rescue the Wild Horn Rainbow. The long-eared warriors beside him drew their bows and shot angrily. ===== CHAPTER 297 =====