Shi Hao looked at the Purple Gold Rat, and the Purple Gold Rat looked back at him.
They had struck it rich!
The River of Time, ah, it wasn't just a small puddle, but the actual River of Time.
"Little Stone, tell Grandpa, Grandpa isn't dreaming, right?" the Purple Gold Rat was almost in tears.
"Yeah, you are dreaming," Shi Hao nodded.
"Damn, let Grandpa kick you to see if it hurts." The rat said cheekily.
"Why shouldn't I kick you?"
"Grandpa is afraid of pain!"
"Get lost!"
After a few verbal exchanges, the man and the rat readied themselves, preparing for a big showdown.
"Found you!" Just then, a chilling voice sounded, as if grinding teeth.
Shi Hao turned his head, his gaze slightly sharp.
Nangong Zheng.
He was holding a sword in his hand, and from the tip of the sword, crystal clear fresh blood was dripping, falling to the ground and blooming like plum blossoms.
Shi Hao could sense that his body was covered in a lot of blood.
