Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: The Thief Who Steals from the Space (1)

If someone had told her earlier that the box could eat things.

Mu Qingge would have sneered sarcastically.

If someone had told her again that it wasn’t the box but the blank Token inside that could eat and burp, she would have ridiculed their ignorance.

Yet, when the fact unfolded before her own eyes, she couldn’t laugh.

She only felt that a strange atmosphere was manifesting within her space.

Mu Qingge’s brows knitted tightly as she stared hard at the eerie wooden box. Or rather, at the blank Token lying inside it.

After the box realized its secret eating was discovered, it simply opened its lid and blatantly feasted on her Beast Core!

This was a provocation!

Mu Qingge seemed to hear the sound of her own teeth grinding.

The blank Token lay quietly in the box, those multicolored lights filtered through the box, landing on it, disappearing as if swallowed whole.

The strangest part was that each time it swallowed a halo, the blank Token seemed to get a bit brighter.

This was the real reason why Mu Qingge hadn’t intervened.

She remembered that Mr. Monster had once said this Token was related to some Ancient Ruins. It was a key to those ruin spaces, even serving as a form of identity recognition.

Those abandoned spaces could be entered using the Token as a guide, and if you were lucky, you could even become the master of the space.

Could such heaven-defying luck happen to her?

Instantly, Mu Qingge’s heart was filled with anticipation. Even the stolen Beast Core didn’t seem to make her very angry anymore.

At this moment, she wished she could throw all the Beast Cores onto the Token, letting it eat to its fill.

Mu Qingge’s eyes were fixated on the blank Token’s bottomless devouring, and soon, half of the pile of Beast Cores was gone.

Enjoying the beauty’s service, Mu Qingge closed her eyes again.

Suddenly, she felt a tremor from her space. A sharp pain like a needle pierced her mind, causing her to frown.

Her suddenly tense body made Hua Yue stop her actions and cautiously ask, "Little Lord, am I pressing too hard?"

Mu Qingge tightly pressed her lips together, unable to answer.

Her silence made Hua Yue and You He immediately tense up, putting everything down and gathering around her.

"Little Lord, are you okay?"

"Little Lord, what’s wrong with you?"

Their concerned voices reached her ears.

But Mu Qingge only felt like her spiritual power was being painfully cut, and her chest felt nauseated as if she wanted to vomit.