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

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

Inside the storage room.

The membrane of flesh, formed from the convergence of seven chaotic thoughts, now lay limp and flattened on the ground.

Niu Tou Abang's reassembled ghostly body lay atop that layer of flesh membrane.

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

Two terrifying fissures crossed over its chest and abdomen; within the crack that formed a shape resembling the character '凶', dense 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 indeed a south-pointing chariot.

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

"Grand Priest, my ancestral forebear has perished; the Tongtian Spear is the treasure he left behind," Qin Xuanji said with a grave expression.

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

But she was a Princess, and couldn't act so directly—otherwise, she would make the Emperor lose face.

And for such a person to remain in the military camp without Sun Guangping objecting meant this person could be trusted.

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

Zhang Changming and other cadres had no time to deal with this matter—redistributing land wasn't an easy task either.

But she was only a little confident—key was, she truly had the strength, and moreover, Jiangbei was still her Jinshui.

From packing their bags and tents to hastily eating breakfast, 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 benefited the people by civilizing them and calling on all under heaven to be loyal to the monarch and love the country—that was even more absurd.

Bai Shaosi heard each word spoken above, and his inner smile deepened slightly—his Tang Tang was powerful, and fiercely dominant.

Qian Moli sat with her legs folded, kneeling, pressing Ye Qi's head against her thighs.

He dodged the collapsing wall, and as he stepped back, 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 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 could only half-heartedly return.

Ye Qi replaced her to feel 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-Gut Flower.

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

Her eyes sparkled with joy, sunlight bright, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents; her smile seemed infectious, making his lips curl upward too.

Just then, Ye Qianchong slowly woke up, sensing the car hadn't moved, frowned, and found the surroundings empty.

It's not quite cheating on two sides, but is the Yi family more enthusiastic than the other? Chen Meilin probably isn't inferior either.

Five minutes later, Lin Cha sat on the sofa, comfortably closed her eyes, and had 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 in.

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 flat.