Chapter 695 — A Bow Brings Death
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Fengqing, receive my bow! " His bow fell.
Shen Mu's mind roared, heaven and earth spun, and he felt his soul shake. The next moment he stood before a demon-god of towering, immense stature.
The demon-god had two horns on his head, feet like a goat's hooves, and all around him blazed surging demonic fire.
It was Wuqu's primal spirit, reaching out to seize him. Before Wuqu's grasp could fall, his gaze suddenly went dull, and he stared foolishly at something behind Shen Mu.
In the darkness behind Shen Mu, three eyes suddenly split open, flickering with strange butterfly-wing-shaped light. Then a chubby baby's face gradually emerged from the darkness.
"This is. .
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" He was somewhat bewildered: "Two Shen Fengqings? " The panic on Shen Mu's face had long since vanished, replaced by calm certainty: "Honored King Wuqu, come meet my elder brother. "