Days passed one by one, and the hundred-meter tower ship sailed steadily south along the Jade Belt River. The mountains on both sides of the river gradually turned into low and gentle hills, and vast expanses of rice fields were occasionally visible.
At the top of the tower ship, in Xu Zhou's room, Chen Mu, sitting in a round chair, slowly opened his eyes.
A delicate little hand stretched out from beside him, with a lotus seed lying in its palm.
Chen Mu turned his head and saw a porcelain-like, fine-looking naughty child standing on the round chair opposite the square coffee table. He was holding up the lotus seed and tilting his head as he stared intently at Chen Mu.
"Thanks a lot, little brother Xu Chang," Chen Mu cheerfully took the lotus seed, and instilled a stream of yin cold power into it.
The soft hissing sound came from within the lotus seed, and a chill sensation suddenly spread from the fingertip; the Red-Eyed Ghost Pattern power had already penetrated the lotus seed.
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