Watching Xue Mei disappear into the sunset, Mu Shanshan walked toward Aunt Lan, holding the seven or eight-month-old Lin An in her arms, and said, "Little An, you'll need to protect mommy in the future, grow up quickly."
Little Lin An stretched out his small hands and babbled, slapping Mu Shanshan's face, which brought a smile to Mu Shanshan.
North Continent, Su Country, Angmai.
Nightfall descended, and the pitch-black night brought cold to the world, along with death into people's dreams.
A group of people dressed in black, wearing ghost masks, ran towards Angmai City. Their number was as many as a thousand, making a great noise even as they carefully approached.
The leader of Angmai's terror organization, Bill, was sleeping, holding two North Continent women beside him. Although it was night and he couldn't see, he could feel their good figures. However, a flash of white teeth was too conspicuous in the dark, giving a frightening feeling.
"Bang bang bang!"
