"One… hundred."
Cheng Xin took out a charcoal pen and wrote a few crooked words. "Second question: Where are they?"
"Grand… Salt… Mountain…"
"The third question is: Japanese, the witch."
Cheng Xin grabbed the charcoal pen solemnly, like Sun Wukong grabbing chopsticks, and wrote quickly.
At this moment, Leng Ziling suddenly crushed the last bottle of poison in his hand, and the powder fell on Cheng Xin and him.
"I told you not to move!"
The Saintess gave him a hand chop angrily.
Leng Ziling's body stiffened and stopped moving.
The Saintess was embarrassed. "Uh… I was a little heavy-handed…"
-
At dawn, Su Xuan came over.
Wei Qing woke up early and the two of them set up a chess game in the courtyard.
Wei Xiaobao had been in Old Matriarch Wei's courtyard last night. Her power alone was comparable to the three little tiger heads.
In the end, Old Matriarch Wei brought reinforcements—Ghostfear.
