Chapter 61: Mechanical Hound, Model Transformation Talent!

Su Bai held his breath and stared fixedly at the unusually shaped puppy before him.

Yes, unusually shaped.

It stood quietly in an open space ten meters away, as fluorescent bugs filtered their light through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled patches of light and shadow across its silver-white metallic body.

It was indeed a "dog," but its form at this moment was quite extraordinary.

If one were to ignore its alloy-cast limbs and tail, it was indeed a puppy.

The supreme geniuses wailed and howled. If it were an older generation Immortal Emperor, they would be much more dignified and certainly wouldn't act this way, but the younger generation had no such inhibitions and said whatever came to their minds.

Cheng Chumo also wanted to ride a horse; he had been riding one when he left Chang'an City, but not long after exiting the city gates, the cold became too much for him to bear, and he ultimately had to have his servants buy him a carriage.

However, the scales of the lobsters were soft; though they were indeed hard and sharp, Shangguan Wenfei pointed to the hole she had cut open in the abdomen, telling everyone that the gaps between the abdominal scales were actually the weakness of the mud-swamp worm soldiers. Yet, such a vulnerability would never be exposed unless they died.

At night, starlight was sparse, and a gentle breeze occasionally wreaked havoc. The moon did not know where it had wandered off to. Beside the bonfire, I lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky.

The two guardians—one an old tomb keeper, and the other a pair of eerie, blood-red eyes—both possessed cultivation at the peak of the Undying Realm.

Emperor Taizong of Tang was not merely painting; he was purely portraying his achievements and the boundless joy in his heart. Chen Wanrong carefully examined the painting, which possessed an inherent aura of heroism—truly worthy of coming from the hand of Emperor Taizong.

Therefore, he had no choice but to crawl. Using both arms, he dragged himself forward step by step, leaving a trail of bright red blood behind him.

Wei Chi, he actually died of overeating! As the saying goes, among the causes of pet fish dying, overeating accounts for a massive proportion. This is what you call good intentions leading to bad results, right?

Many people inexplicably cast their gazes upon me. I knew why they acted this way; it wasn't because of how attractive my appearance was to their eyes—it was obvious that all of them had sensed the watchful gaze of the Azure Dragon on the back of my hand.

However, although the Cuju match was to be held at the Royal Pasture, some time nonetheless had to be given to these foreign envoys to let them familiarize themselves with the rules.

The procession advanced slowly. Although slow, it was moving forward nonetheless. Moumou broke out in a cold sweat of anxiety, well aware of his own limitations. The so-called "magic" he commanded was, to put it bluntly, nothing more than a realistic 4D movie; it was fine for entertainment, but it wouldn't hurt a fly if it hit someone.

"Yes!" Without the slightest hesitation, the guards all lowered their weapons, and the massive steel cannons successively shifted their muzzles elsewhere.

This was a good thing, so the Emperor naturally would not stop it. He immediately asked a few questions and then granted his approval; however, he required him to produce a detailed proposal to see if it was feasible.

"From now on, never being able to see their own brothers is far more painful to them than physical torment, so this is quite enough," Beidou explained profoundly. Sometimes, psychological punishment is even more brutal.

"This place is both suitable for human habitation and an exceptional environment for cultivation. No wonder even the mountain-guarding disciples can achieve the Spirit Refining stage of cultivation," Jiang Yi thought to himself.

"Forget it, a bumpkin like you wouldn't understand. This is called the discipline of love," Wu Hai said, adopting the tone of an expert scholar.

Opening his eyes, he happened to see the prison boss looking at him with a trace of fear. Li Hao waved slightly to signal the prison boss to come over.

It could be said that Li Hao was already very familiar with the hotel's food. During this period, he hadn't done anything else; aside from acting cool, he had simply been frequenting hotels. Moreover, Li Hao now had money in his hands, so he wasn't afraid of burning through cash—a man should live extravagantly when the time calls for it.