The burly man carried the intimidating Gatling Gun, walking ahead.
Occasionally encountering the scattered wandering Dissectors, he used the gun to pulverize them.
Always expressionless, like a robot that only executes slaughter commands, Xu Xiaoyou thought of the T800 from the Terminator series.
Could it be that he had long been transformed into a metal robot, with alloy bones and integrated circuits beneath that flesh exterior.
Xu Xiaoyou began to fantasize unrealistically.
It wasn't until following him for nearly an hour that Xu Xiaoyou couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"
"To find a junior disciple."
Still in that flat, unwavering tone.
Junior disciple?
Xu Xiaoyou forced herself to recall.
She remembered; it was that young Daoist she had seen on the street more than half a month ago.
Thinking that although people from Qingfeng Office are unreliable, they are quite loyal.
