Nong Banmu spoke to Yuan Huazi, but his eyes were narrowed as he stared fixedly at Liu Xiaolou, who sat cross-legged in the pavilion behind Yuan Huazi. His entire body was bent like a giant shrimp, fully prepared to advance or retreat.
A tempest raged in Yuan Huazi's heart, yet his face remained calm as drifting clouds and light as the breeze. He sneered, "Your nerve has grown? You dare come here to throw your life away?"
Nong Banmu smiled. "Why put on such a bluff? If you truly have the ability, I'm right here now. You can kill me at any time..." His gaze turned toward Yuan Huazi's... Things were dead objects in the end. Konus had considered just handing it over, but with mutant beast riots becoming increasingly frequent in recent years, he always felt that the world would descend into chaos someday. If he found the power recorded in the sheepskin scroll, then no matter what happened in the future, he would at least have the strength to strike back.
Because their families saw them loafing around everywhere all day long, they were bound to cause a major disaster sooner or later.
A flash of inspiration struck Duan Zetao. He suddenly had an idea and hurriedly called his best friend Tan Hong. Tan Hong was overjoyed to receive Duan Zetao's call. Upon hearing that he had arrived in the provincial capital, he immediately told him to wait where he was, saying he would be there at once.
It was not as heavy as imagined, though it was not light either. Tang Chong grabbed one corner with one hand and, before Yuan Jing's astonished eyes, seemingly lifted it with ease.
When Huang Yitian had spoken with her earlier, he had yielded at every turn. Yet Shan Xiaojuan believed