"right!"

"What do you think of the little Pavilion Master?" The people from Zhenlong Pavilion looked at Wang Han and asked.

After Wang Han thought for a while, "I'm a little dull. At present, I only have a general idea. I will follow these two gangs to find them and determine their activity route. Shi Er and the others will definitely be terrifying about the Emperor's Soul and that terrifying Lord.

There are ideas. We pretend to make the city storm, but the thunder is loud and the rain is small. In fact, we send people to the Shinto Monument to wait for the rabbit!”

....

In the dim and dilapidated room.

Shie lay on the ground.

A figure sat next to him, wearing a wide robe and a hood covering her head and unable to see her face clearly.

Shi Er's face was covered with a bowl, and an irregular pit was sunk into it, with a bullet embedded on it.

The bowl was stuck on Shi'er's face and fell into the flesh.

I don't know how long it took.

Shi'er suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to take off the bowl on his face, but he didn't have much strength. The man next to him stretched out his hand and pulled out the bowl inlaid from Shi'er's face.

Two half-arc blood lines on his face were made from the bowl.

It looks quite funny.

Shi Er breathed weakly, and his eyes were still a little distracted.

I don't know how long it took.

Shi Er slowly came to his senses.

After lying for more than ten minutes.

Shi Er opened his eyes again.

"I have never seen the Venerable suffer such a severe injury!"

Shi E smiled weakly, "This son will definitely have a fateful battle with me in the future!"

After talking, Shi Er asked again.

"How are you preparing?"

The man's laughter came from under his hood.

“It’s ready!

As long as you can devour the Emperor's soul.

Break this critical step!
Chapter completed!