"Brother Lu! Sister Lingxi!"
Zhao Xiaodao cheered and jumped up from her seat, then hugged Si Lingxi's arm, "Thank you, Sister Lingxi!"
"It's nothing." Si Lingxi patted Zhao Xiaodao's shoulder, then looked at Morris, "Why isn't he dead yet?"
Zhao Xiaodao shrank her neck, somewhat timidly saying, "I don't dare..."
The incident with those eight people was unexpected. Asking her to take the initiative to kill someone, she still had psychological barriers. After all, she was still a normal person.
"These two are..."
Morris didn't finish his sentence before suddenly flashing entirely and disappearing, turning into nothingness.
Zhao Xiaodao: Σ(°△°|||)︴
The familiar formula, the familiar taste, Sister Lingxi sure is ruthless with few words, little girl scared!
Lu Zheng swept his Divine Thought and saw the assistant tied up in the nearby room. A spell was cast, and the assistant's eyes rolled back, instantly falling asleep.
