Chapter 164: The Phoenix-Crying Cauldron

Dao Sansheng took out a few more, poured them directly onto his palm, and handed them to the chubby sparrow. The chubby sparrow swallowed them instantly, as if afraid that Dao Sansheng would change his mind. After finishing, it raised its head again and looked at Dao Sansheng.
"Master, I want more," the chubby sparrow said to Dao Sansheng. Dao Sansheng looked at it...
It seemed that Lin Zihan was no longer by the phone; she should have gone to make preparations as Jiang Zhe instructed.
Hua Taotao felt both exasperated and amused. This was definitely the least Bai Yu-like Bai Yu. How could Bai Yu possibly be this clingy?
Bai Yu frowned. He had only been making casual conversation, but why was she so troubled by the name of a single piece of music?
At the same time, he channeled the meager spiritual power left in his body into the barrel of the spear named "Blessing."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses didn't even recognize me before turning around to go behind the counter, rustling as he rummaged through the drawers.
Tianzao's mouth curved upward into a ferocious arc. He intended to torture this fellow thoroughly after subduing him.
Based on my past experience, Fang Que telling you to scram means stay, and Fang Que telling you to get out means don't leave.
When she ran to a spot two large steps away from him, she rubbed her hands together, clenched her fists, and stared at him with a fierce gaze.
It was just that the stories described by these two fellows were clearly hearsay, though the crippled Zeng's exploits on that night did indeed carry a somewhat legendary tinge.
It wouldn't be well-intentioned; a scolding and driving someone out would suffice. Yet she was clearly sincere about helping, and such "good intentions" were simply too much to bear.
Barely managing to stand was Shangguan Tianlong, and before him lay the heavily injured Bao Chengli.
The five-clawed golden dragon opened its eyes wide, and a roar of ultimate shock erupted from them. Immediately after, that terrifying massive sound swept and surged wildly at this moment. The huge dragon claws also formed frantically amidst the rolling primordial energy in a terrifying posture, pressing down heavily and ruthlessly.
"Very well, you bastard, you can go die now!" Su Ling's eyes were filled with fury as she reached out to open the case, intending to take out the Raging Dragon Barrett and assemble it.
Mo Ming was slightly stunned, turned to look at Sun Yan in the distance, and immediately wore an awkward expression on his face, feeling all the more at a loss.
"Hehe, you two, that's not how you put it. Since he was able to obtain it, naturally it belongs to him. Besides, that item has already been ingested by his sect's disciple, so what can you and I do?" Old Man Fang sighed, seemingly lamenting why there were people like the Myriad Wood Sect.
"Good, I will immediately convene the board of directors to reinstate Suo's identity, and as my son." Mo Tian was filled with joy and laughed happily. Mo Lingying gave a soft acknowledgment and hung up the phone.
"One of my very important items is missing! I must find it!" Having said that, Xu Yang left.
"Sister, I'm really fine. It will pass in a moment." Hua Birui was already used to enduring this tormenting pain and managed to squeeze out a tired smile.
Ye Linshang called out to Ye Jincheng. Although the relationship between father and son was not very good, Ye Linshang would still address him.
In their panic, some retreating soldiers managed to give the password and hurriedly scrambled to both sides. Those who failed to match the password were dispatched by the fierce cavalry with a sweep of their blades, becoming headless ghosts one after another.
Gou Zezhong and his younger brother both wore bitter expressions, looking pleadingly at Lu Fan while making begging gestures with their hands.
Anyway, the drinking had just begun, so there should still be time. I narrowed my eyes, smiled, and directly wrapped my arms around Li Na from behind.
Taking a brief aim, he pulled the trigger. With a bang, the muzzle flashed with fire and smoke, and the Jurchen infantryman beside the shield cart was knocked over, clutching his throat. He gurgled repeatedly; the armor plates at his neck had been pierced, the musket ball had penetrated, and blood spurted out continuously.