Tang Ling found a comfortable position in his arms, her voice seemingly lazy: "I can call for help now, but the cost is losing our private world together. If we don't call for help, can we escape from that thing?"
Such a private world for just the two of them.
For some reason, Gu Jianlin always felt as if he was cursed by someone.
His iron-like heart would always inadvertently soften.
Bang!
The SUV suddenly made a loud noise.
Gu Jianlin silently turned his head to look, only to see a monster clawing at the right side door of the car. Its deformed, twisted face was pressed against the glass, and its scarlet vertical pupils seemed to be burning, with massive wings fluttering behind it.
"So ugly, has it deformed to this extent?"
Tang Ling commented as she shrank in his embrace, enduring the pain from her waist injury and trying to draw her sword.
Suddenly, the monster spat out scorching molten lava, instantly igniting the entire SUV!
