Everyone knows the hazards of staying up late.
Premature aging, hair loss — these are unbearable burdens for women.
Natural beauty isn't capital to squander.
Boss Jiang raised his hand to cover his nose; he couldn't help it, the sensation was too strong.
Blood.
It definitely had a smell.
The floor lit up, then descended into complete silence.
No surprises there, the whole army should be obliterated.
No, wait.
That description seems inaccurate.
Sounds like somebody expected them to come.
"Catch."
Jiang Chen reached into his pocket and then tossed something towards Tanki Liuli.
Tanki Liuli caught it with one hand while holding a knife in the other.
She opened her palm.
Dove.
Smooth as silk.
"Boost your energy."
Jiang Chen walked past her.
The young Taoist nun, who had become a saint through killing tonight, barely pouted.
All the gang members had been physically exorcised by Taoist Duanmu, and there was no more danger.
