Chapter 208: 206, Ferocious Nuo (6K, 1/1)

206, Ferocious Nuo (6K, 1/1)

Inside the storage room.

The fleshy membrane, formed by the convergence of seven chaotic thoughts, now lay limp on the floor.

Niutou Abang’s reconstructed ghostly body lay atop that fleshy membrane.

It had a stature similar to Zhou Chang’s: human torso and arms, ox legs and head.

Two horrific fissures crossed over its chest and abdomen; within the fissure that resembled the character ‘ Xiong ’, rows of pale, gnarled fangs sprouted, causing anyone who glanced at it to involuntarily—

Lin Fan could hardly believe it—this was too easy. He immediately opened the box, and inside, quietly lying there, was a south-pointing chariot.

“You all collected the bronze fragments from the corridor, right? Hand them over.” Lin Fan continued.

“Grand Sacrificer, my ancestral forebear has perished; the Tongtian Spear is the treasure he left behind,” Qin Xuanji said with grave expression.

Zhu Qizhen sighed, looking at Zhu Jianshen as if to say something, but said nothing. He took a step forward, then halted at the doorway.

But she was a princess; she couldn’t act so bluntly, or it would make the Emperor lose face.

And the fact that Sun Guangping had no objection to this person staying in the camp meant the person could be trusted.

After a while, the Qi troops defending the western city wall were already exhausted, fortunately, fresh Qi troops not yet deployed could relieve them.

Zhang Changming and other cadres had no time to deal with this matter; land distribution wasn’t an easy task either.

She was only a little confident, but she truly had the strength, and moreover, Jiangbei was still her Jinshui.

All morning, from packing bags and tents to hastily eating, their figures always moved in opposite directions; even when separated by less than a meter, they kept their backs turned, avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Really?” Su Su’s tone clearly didn’t fully believe him, yet she showed nothing, making their already formal relationship grow even more distant.

As for claiming Confucianism had successfully civilised the people and rallied the nation to loyalty and patriotism, that was pure nonsense.

Bai Shaozi heard each word spoken above, and his inner smile deepened slightly—his Tang Tang was powerful, and utterly domineering.

Qian Moli pressed her thighs together, knelt in seiza, and pressed Ye Qi’s head against her thighs.

He dodged the falling wall, and as he retreated, he pulled Tang Tang into his arms.

When Tang Tang heard Lan Xin had left, she involuntarily shivered—she knew Lan Xin had gone to find Bai Mozi.

Gong Chen drew a deep drag from his cigarette, his face expressionless and gloomy, even the ember at his fingertip trembling slightly.

Bai Keyi insisted that Qian Moli not go to the next room, because it was dirty—the bedding and floor hadn’t been cleaned yet, and the master bedroom’s bed was large enough to comfortably fit three, so Qian Moli reluctantly returned.

Ye Qi replaced her and touched it, and he could see: the halo projected onto his handback like a 3D image.

Compared to Guizhai and Tianyuan Difang, Fudan Zhai was a copy of the Yang family? Probably the Yang family’s ancestral flower was the Ghost-Face Broken Intestine Flower.

He hadn’t returned in so long he couldn’t tell how long—it felt strange to see his own room.

Her eyes sparkled with joy, sunlight brilliant, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents; her smile seemed infectious, making his lips lift in response.

Just then, Ye Qianchong slowly woke up, felt the car wasn’t moving, frowned, and found the surroundings empty.

It wasn’t quite cheating on two sides, but was the Yi family more enthusiastic than the other? Chen Meilin probably wasn’t any worse.

Five minutes later, Lin Cha sat on the sofa, eyes comfortably closed, a massage device strapped to her back.

Wei Shi handed him a large wine goblet; before he could pour, Wu Jin suddenly understood and shoved the docile Rabbit Brother right inside.

This time, Wu Jin extended the battle line from five minutes to ten. The opponent was roughly at the level of a Closer Show trainee—Zhuo Yi would have finished in three minutes.