Guoguo stood on Prince Similian's chest, smiling with two charming dimples. She gripped a needle-shaped steel spike, holding it firmly against Prince Similian's neck, and with another paw, mischievously pointed at Prince Rhincor and then towards the direction of the southern gate tower.
Everyone turned their heads stupidly like marionettes.
Under the brightly lit southern gate tower of Witherspoon, dozens of gold unicorns, towering at ten meters and with primordial size, lined up one after another. They raised their spiraled horns, as thick and long as flagpoles, snorting heavily, and dug into the ground with hooves as large as Roman columns.
The main gates of Witherspoon suddenly opened wide, and amidst the dark shadows of the building contours, pairs of bloodthirsty eyes filled with hatred flashed.
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It's a privilege to see everyone's enthusiastic discussions.
