After swatting the male doll away, the girl sneered at the other demons.

"Get out of here!"

"If you dare to set foot in Wanlong Mountain again, hehe!!"

Upon hearing this, the demons felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They immediately picked up the male doll's head and fled into the distance, weeping.

Having finally gotten their chance, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan, along with many other deities in the temple, hurriedly bowed to the beautiful woman and the young girl.

"This junior pays respects to the senior. May the senior enjoy eternal bliss!"

Among the group of "people," the big yellow dog and its lackeys stood out the most, bowing vigorously to the two mentioned above.

Anyone who didn't know would think it was because its father had died and it was paying respects at his grave.

The lackeys kowtowed and shouted in unison, "The goddess is invincible! The goddess is invincible!"

This scene amused Chang Jie's two elders, who then waved their sleeves to signal everyone to dispense with formalities.

"Get up, everyone."

"My little Jie will need your continued care in the future."

After saying the above, the beautiful woman spoke to Liao Zhiyuan.

"Zhiyuan, how are your father and master?"

"Please pass on my message: If they have time, please come to Wanlong Mountain for a visit. My Eighth Prince misses them very much."

Upon hearing this, Liao Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely pass on the message.

After speaking with Liao Zhiyuan, Chang Jie's mother turned to look at Zhao Youliang, and after a moment sighed and spoke.

"You are still a bit weak, and you have fewer means to protect yourself. This can't go on."

After speaking, he pondered for a moment and then flicked his finger. Immediately, a scale flew out and attached itself to Zhao Youliang's right hand.

“My Eighth Prince bestowed upon you the ‘Angry Scale,’ then I, the Palace, will bestow upon you the ‘Hidden Scale.’”

"Those who are good at defense hide themselves deep underground; those who are good at attack move high in the heavens. Thus they can protect themselves and achieve complete victory."

"The offense and defense complement each other perfectly."

Seeing that such a tremendous opportunity had fallen into his lap, Zhao Youliang hurriedly bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

At the same time, Chang Jie's young wife, who looked like a young girl, also spoke up with a smile.

“My Eighth Prince and my sister both received rewards, so I can’t be an exception.”

After he finished speaking, another dragon scale flew out, and together with the previous two, they imprinted themselves on Zhao Youliang's hand in a plum blossom shape.

"My Bashe clan is renowned throughout the world for its strength. I hereby bestow upon you a 'Power Scale.' Remember to protect my little Jie well."

Without waiting for Zhao Youliang's reply, he flicked his sleeve and sent them flying.

By the time Zhao Youliang and the others came to their senses, they had already arrived at their own headquarters.

Bashe is an ancient giant snake recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

After being killed by Yi, its body turned into a hill called Baling, which shows the majesty of the Bashe.

......

After seeing Zhao Youliang and the others off, the girlish Chang Jie spoke to someone who was alone.

"Since you have come, why did you remain hidden?"

"Does that mean we're waiting for my Eighth Master and my eldest uncle to come and invite us in person?"

"Dabo" was an ancient term used by women to refer to their husbands' older brothers, not in the sense we understand it to mean.

The "uncle" the girl was referring to was, of course, Chang Huaiyuan, the Dragon King of the Northern Kingdom.

Upon hearing this, Mo Huang, the old man who had tricked Zhao Youliang into coming, immediately revealed himself with a smirk on his face.

"It's fine to have Xiao Ba greet me, but as for the Dragon Lord... let's skip that."

"This ruthless ruler has a bad temper. If he knew I was plotting against your Chang family, he'd be spitting out mountains of corpses under the moonlight..."

The scheme that Mo Huang mentioned refers to the fact that he had secretly arranged for Zhao Youliang and the others to come to Wanlong Mountain.

There was no other way; doing this was necessary to break the deadlock, and without doing this, how could Zhao Youliang be strengthened as quickly as possible?

Due to Mr. Mo's restrictions, the Emperor Mo himself could not interfere with cause and effect, so he could only "frame" the beloved Wanlong Mountain.

In the short span of those few words, the big, silly-looking snake with a black pot on its head arrived on the wind, with the equally foolish young general wrapped around its big tail.

However, the black coffin was not on the young general's back, indicating that he had hidden it long ago.

"Emperor Mo, you've arrived!"

"I just caught that little brat and rushed back."

"Come on, come on, let's go to my house and rest for a while. Let that little rascal keep you company with a drink."

As they spoke, the giant serpent placed the young general in front of Emperor Mo.

These two, who love and hate each other, were stunned at first upon meeting, and then simultaneously threw punches that hit each other's big noses.

Immediately, both of them started bleeding profusely from their noses.

"Holy crap, you jerk, you ambushed us!"

"Oh my god, Young General, you're so uncouth!"

......

On the other side, two puppets that were fleeing for their lives were suddenly stopped by a figure that emerged from the ground.

The figure, with a cold expression and a body full of resentment, was none other than Zhao Youliang's cousin, Wang Youcai.

Wang Youcai sneered, "You dare to harm my elder brother? You deserve to die!"

After saying that, he threw a punch at the male doll, like a heavy truck coming straight at him.

The male doll was shocked. Realizing he was doomed, he was about to put up a last stand when another fist wearing a golden gauntlet suddenly appeared.

The two fists collided, and Wang Youcai staggered back three steps.

The owner of the golden gauntlets then slowly appeared; it was none other than Chang Huaiyuan, the master of Wanlong Mountain.

Wang Youcai stared blankly at his fist for a moment before looking up at the Chang family patriarch: "You..."

The head of the Chang family simply smiled and ignored Wang Youcai.

He then stepped aside, revealing the man behind him.

After staring at Wang Youcai for a long time, the gentleman finally sighed.

"Although you have lost your memory and are filled with resentment, it is not suitable for you to be too involved in cause and effect."

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