Soul Feast

These souls each had their own forms. Generally speaking, the Three Souls all possessed complete shapes—full human figures—only the soul smoke they gave off after being burned differed.

The Human Soul was crimson, the Heaven Soul azure, and the Earth Soul brown.

The Seven Souls, meanwhile, had irregular shapes, like clusters of organs or severed limbs. The smoke they burned into ranged from white to gray to black.

By midday, more than twenty souls had drifted out of Chimei Mausoleum, and Liu Xiaolou's Qingzhu Eight Light Formation had devoured over a dozen of them. However, the course of events sometimes far exceeded the imagination of those involved. Even Xing Lai himself had never expected to be thrown into prison—and placed in the same cell as the Holy Son.

"Wasn't he fooling those daimyo into agreeing to form a federation?" Mei Terumi's eyes turned grave as she spoke with a smile.

First of all, Japanese rice was unlike domestic rice or Thai rice. Its texture was stickier and more resilient. When shaped into rice balls, the grains were compressed and bonded together; it had a springy, chewy texture in the mouth and felt more substantial.

As the mist gradually dispersed, he and Suola saw a relatively open patch of woodland.

Thai fragrant rice was very famous, especially Jasmine rice, which could basically be bought in major supermarkets throughout Huaxia Country.

Faced with such a situation, Tu Long no longer carried his former overbearing arrogance. Instead, he began addressing them as brothers.

Only then did West Saint realize that Huang Ming's words yesterday had been rather thought-provoking, as though he had known something all along.

Thus, several major tribes nearby fought and negotiated, and finally, with great difficulty, reached a consensus: they would temporarily set aside their disputes and jointly develop this