"No way..."
Junior Sister listened to Zhang Ze's muttering and sighed, "I think so, after all, for someone who dismembers themselves and causes trouble everywhere, there shouldn't be a second one in the world."
She was obviously referring to Emperor Xiaojing.
In the image.
A certain Emperor Xiaojing's huge hairy leg floated up, circling around the desk as if looking for a way to steal the cane. After a moment, it stopped, and its toes twisted out a shadow, beginning to cast a spell with hand signs.
As a cramped foot sign was formed by the hairy leg, black flames covered the entire leg, and it grabbed again.
This time, it seemed to be succeeding. As the perspective shifted, the cane was slowly lifted.
However, just as he was about to steal the cane, a shadow suddenly slipped into the ancestral hall.
An old man with white beard stepped out from the shadow, pointing a finger towards the root of the hairy leg's thigh.
It was the City Lord of Crown Prince City, Marquis Qiang.
