Fan Tangtang blinked her innocent big eyes and tilted her head, looking bewildered at Leng Yebai.
What a pity.
Such a fine brother, turns out he's got a screw loose.
Purple lightning wrapped in icy needles whistled as it stabbed towards Fan Tangtang.
Fan Tangtang obediently stood still, occasionally sneaking a glance at Zhao He's corpse.
The blood tantalized his taste buds.
To him, it was like a delicious cake before the apocalypse, irresistible.
Leng Yebai exuded waves of coldness, and the people standing behind him felt an endless chill.
From Bai Xiqin and Fan Tangtang's perspective, this stern face occasionally displayed a few ridiculous expressions.
Screwing his eyes and sticking out his tongue like he was playing dead.
Like a dog with black-and-white spots.
The purple lightning and ice needles again grazed Fan Tangtang's temple and flew out.
The powerful attack tore through the air, smashing fiercely into the wall behind Fan Tangtang.
Boom――
