Chapter: 4598
In the center of the Beast City, a majestic and huge city-within-a-city stands tall. It is the mysterious and majestic City Lord's Mansion that everyone in the Beast City calls it.
The City Lord's Mansion is like a giant beast entrenched in the core of the city, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
There is a mansion in each of the three directions, east, west and south. The luxurious decoration of these three mansions is simply astonishing.
The walls of the mansion are all made of precious jade, which shines warmly under the moonlight; the glazed tiles on the roof are colorful and shining; the doors and windows are carved with exquisite patterns, either of auspicious animals galloping or fairy figures. Cao Linghua, every detail shows the ultimate luxury.
These three mansions formed an angle, tightly surrounding the city lord's palace, forming an indestructible defense system.
The mansions echo each other, forming a tight whole. Anyone who wants to attack the city lord's mansion must first break through the defense lines of these three mansions. Its strategic significance is self-evident.
These three mansions are the residences of the three beast generals under the city lord. They are not only the residences of the beast generals, but also important barriers to the city lord's palace.
Late at night, the entire beast city was immersed in silence. Everything was silent except for the guards on duty who were patrolling dutifully.
Their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, adding to the silence of the night.
However, in the mansion to the east, the lights were still bright, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.
The atmosphere in the hall was slightly tense. Sitting at the head was an eight-foot-tall middle-aged monk. He was General Xing, one of the three great beast generals.
General Xing's eyes were like bells, deep and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts, exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly.
He was wearing a black robe, embroidered with golden patterns, and shimmered with his movements, making him even more noble.
"Baicheng, is what you said true? Are there really dragon monks in that prison? And they are from the golden dragon clan?"
General Xing's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall, with a hint of doubt and curiosity.
He frowned slightly and stared at Baicheng closely, as if he wanted to see a flaw in his expression.
Baicheng sat at the bottom and replied with certainty: "General Xing, how dare I deceive you? Everything I said is true."
There was a trace of eagerness in his eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, hoping that the general would believe him.
He knew that what he said was too bizarre, but if he didn't inform the general about it, he was afraid that there would be even greater trouble in the future.
After hearing this, General Xing frowned slightly, obviously still not believing what Baicheng said.
At this time, a guest said: "General Xing, there has never been a true dragon monk in this beast city for thousands of years, let alone one from the golden dragon clan.
This Baicheng was just transformed into a snake. He wore a fake dragon horn and just wanted to act like a dragon. I think he is crazy about wanting to transform into a dragon and is suffering from paranoia. "
The guest minister's words were full of ridicule and suspicion. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes. Other guests also nodded in agreement, and there was a burst of low-pitched discussion in the hall.
After hearing this, Baicheng became anxious and defended loudly: "Don't slander others. I saw it with my own eyes. How can I be wrong?"
His face turned red, his eyes flashed with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he would rush forward to argue with the guest at any time.
He never expected that his truthful words would be so questioned and slandered.
Another guest also continued: "I also think what Fellow Daoist Bai said is a bit strange. He said that the other party was only a ninth-level monk in the Tribulation Realm, but he himself was a fourth-level Mahayana Realm. In the end, he was killed by a Tribulation Realm The ninth-grade monk was defeated, how is this possible? "
As the guest spoke, he shook his head with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Baicheng said helplessly: "What I said is true. If you don't believe it, I can bring Mr. Chen personally.
However, the general must issue an amnesty order, after all, he is still in prison. "
There was a hint of helplessness and grievance in his tone. He knew that without an amnesty order, Mr. Chen would not be able to be taken out of prison.
"Baicheng, I think you just want the general to give you a pardon so that you can save the people you want to save, right?"
Some people also questioned Baicheng's motives. There was a hint of suspicion in this man's eyes, and he looked straight at Baicheng, as if he wanted to read his mind.
"I didn't. I will really bring Mr. Chen here so that you can see it!" Baicheng shouted loudly to express his sincerity and the authenticity of what he said.
His voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of determination and determination.
It's just that what he said is really too bizarre, no wonder everyone doesn't believe it. JrNovels.com
The City Lord's Mansion is like a giant beast entrenched in the core of the city, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
There is a mansion in each of the three directions, east, west and south. The luxurious decoration of these three mansions is simply astonishing.
The walls of the mansion are all made of precious jade, which shines warmly under the moonlight; the glazed tiles on the roof are colorful and shining; the doors and windows are carved with exquisite patterns, either of auspicious animals galloping or fairy figures. Cao Linghua, every detail shows the ultimate luxury.
These three mansions formed an angle, tightly surrounding the city lord's palace, forming an indestructible defense system.
The mansions echo each other, forming a tight whole. Anyone who wants to attack the city lord's mansion must first break through the defense lines of these three mansions. Its strategic significance is self-evident.
These three mansions are the residences of the three beast generals under the city lord. They are not only the residences of the beast generals, but also important barriers to the city lord's palace.
Late at night, the entire beast city was immersed in silence. Everything was silent except for the guards on duty who were patrolling dutifully.
Their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, adding to the silence of the night.
However, in the mansion to the east, the lights were still bright, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.
The atmosphere in the hall was slightly tense. Sitting at the head was an eight-foot-tall middle-aged monk. He was General Xing, one of the three great beast generals.
General Xing's eyes were like bells, deep and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts, exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly.
He was wearing a black robe, embroidered with golden patterns, and shimmered with his movements, making him even more noble.
"Baicheng, is what you said true? Are there really dragon monks in that prison? And they are from the golden dragon clan?"
General Xing's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall, with a hint of doubt and curiosity.
He frowned slightly and stared at Baicheng closely, as if he wanted to see a flaw in his expression.
Baicheng sat at the bottom and replied with certainty: "General Xing, how dare I deceive you? Everything I said is true."
There was a trace of eagerness in his eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, hoping that the general would believe him.
He knew that what he said was too bizarre, but if he didn't inform the general about it, he was afraid that there would be even greater trouble in the future.
After hearing this, General Xing frowned slightly, obviously still not believing what Baicheng said.
At this time, a guest said: "General Xing, there has never been a true dragon monk in this beast city for thousands of years, let alone one from the golden dragon clan.
This Baicheng was just transformed into a snake. He wore a fake dragon horn and just wanted to act like a dragon. I think he is crazy about wanting to transform into a dragon and is suffering from paranoia. "
The guest minister's words were full of ridicule and suspicion. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes. Other guests also nodded in agreement, and there was a burst of low-pitched discussion in the hall.
After hearing this, Baicheng became anxious and defended loudly: "Don't slander others. I saw it with my own eyes. How can I be wrong?"
His face turned red, his eyes flashed with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he would rush forward to argue with the guest at any time.
He never expected that his truthful words would be so questioned and slandered.
Another guest also continued: "I also think what Fellow Daoist Bai said is a bit strange. He said that the other party was only a ninth-level monk in the Tribulation Realm, but he himself was a fourth-level Mahayana Realm. In the end, he was killed by a Tribulation Realm The ninth-grade monk was defeated, how is this possible? "
As the guest spoke, he shook his head with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Baicheng said helplessly: "What I said is true. If you don't believe it, I can bring Mr. Chen personally.
However, the general must issue an amnesty order, after all, he is still in prison. "
There was a hint of helplessness and grievance in his tone. He knew that without an amnesty order, Mr. Chen would not be able to be taken out of prison.
"Baicheng, I think you just want the general to give you a pardon so that you can save the people you want to save, right?"
Some people also questioned Baicheng's motives. There was a hint of suspicion in this man's eyes, and he looked straight at Baicheng, as if he wanted to read his mind.
"I didn't. I will really bring Mr. Chen here so that you can see it!" Baicheng shouted loudly to express his sincerity and the authenticity of what he said.
His voice echoed in the hall, with a hint of determination and determination.
It's just that what he said is really too bizarre, no wonder everyone doesn't believe it. JrNovels.com
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