"Little Zhuo!" Inside the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, Sun Lingtong was both shocked and delighted.
Although he had never met Meng Yaoyin, Ning Zhuo often wept silently while missing her, staring at his mother's picture books, sometimes even sleeping with them as a child.
For someone so important to his brother, Sun Lingtong naturally knew what Meng Yaoyin looked like.
So, in an instant, Sun Lingtong recognized her, only slightly slower than Ning Zhuo.
He mobilized his Divine Sense to "look" at Ning Zhuo, but words got stuck in his throat, and his expression froze - it was the first time he had seen Ning Zhuo like this.
"Destroy, destroy, destroy!" The multi-mouth Ghost General spoke with all three mouths simultaneously, his green-black thigh muscles bulging, as he suddenly exerted force, trying to crush the paper figurine's head.
But the head of the statue glimmered with radiance, not defenseless. For a moment, the multi-mouth Ghost General couldn't succeed.
