Chapter 168
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The taste was terrible.
It was so terrible that it defied description.
It was like a hundred thousand men with athlete's foot kicking a soccer ball and then dancing on my tongue with their Hong Kong feet.
When that taste rose on my tongue, Huai Shi's mind went blank, and his source material was in turmoil, almost losing consciousness in an instant.
But he still lost that memory.
It was as if even the Book of Fate refused to record that terrifying and unspeakable memory, revealing a large blank space.
It was...indescribable despair.
Huai Shi began to regret, to fear, and then he began to ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and the world, where he was, where he was going, and why he had to live...
When he came to his senses, he was already kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, involuntarily convulsing, feeling waves of painful spasms rising from his stomach.
Soon, he was relieved.
He couldn't feel his stomach anymore.
Even his taste buds were closed off from the nightmare-like sensation under such a terrifying impact.
What remained was a haunting shadow in his soul that couldn't be dispelled.
"Why..."
Huai Shi tearfully asked, "Why can you make something so terrible look so good?"
Luo Xian looked at his disheveled appearance, sighed, seemingly helpless.
Soon, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Silly child."
She bent down, gently stroked Huai Shi's hair, and gently told him, "It's because of love, of course."
Yes.
Discover the complete story on pawread dot com.
In this cruel world, besides love, what else could make everything so beautiful?
Love.
That was the conclusion of the Cooking Demon Contest.
Love conquered all.
When Huai Shi came to his senses, he was already standing on the winner's podium.
He took the invitation to the main competition from the judges' hands like a puppet on a string, feeling that he had experienced an absolute nightmare that he didn't want to remember.
"Little brother, you're really not afraid of death. What on earth did you eat?" Crow landed on his shoulder, curious, and asked, "Your source material was almost on the verge of collapse just now. You almost turned into a vegetable from a dish?"
"Please, don't say anything more."
Huai Shi pleaded in despair, "Don't make me remember how stupid I was just now."
"Alright, alright."
Crow shrugged and sighed, patting his head sympathetically, "It's all in the past, isn't it?"
"So, do I have to forget who pushed me into this pit?"
"To be honest, you can't blame anyone for eating something that's not good..."
Crow was about to say something, but he couldn't speak under Huai Shi's dead fish eyes.
Although he received the invitation to the main competition, Huai Shi would never go. It was said that during the main competition, even the enigmatic gods from the ranch would come to watch... What would Huai Shi do? Deliver food to their door?
He had no way out.
He would obediently accept the reward and go home, otherwise, he would really think he was the little master of hell!
Soon, the three successful contestants were taken to an office by the organizing committee, and the waiter carefully opened the box of gifts from hell, taking out five items.
"According to the rules of the competition, you can choose one item."
After arranging all the items, the waiter stepped aside, looking as if he was allowing them to choose.
A bowl containing half a bowl of white ash, a yellowed black and white old photo, a seasoning jar, a small wooden bottle, and a small leather band with two curved hairs still attached.
It looked like a clearance sale at a thrift store.
But each item emitted waves of source material that were either amazing or restrained, some were purely condensed from source material.
There was no doubt that these five items were border relics!
As long as the term "border relic" was attached, it represented unadorned luxury and rarity. If their abilities could help people, their prices would probably be even higher.
It was clear that the Cooking Demon Contest organizing committee was rich and powerful.
Huai Shi carefully examined each of the five items.
The bowl containing the pale ash was actually not the most precious part. The bowl was just a container, and the terrifying value lay in the dozen or so grams of bone ash with a strange aura. The deep-seated oppressive feeling and cold chill proved the value of this pinch of bone ash. Although its use was unknown, it was probably an indispensable precious material in some alchemical creations and curses.
The yellowed old photo was purely an illusion.
It had no physical existence.
Or rather, it was a curse forcibly given form by the lords of hell, something that could be touched and picked up by people. But the moment it was picked up, the curse would take effect, right?
But more precious than the curse was the destiny represented on it. Perhaps the person cursed would also receive some kind of fate that circulated within hell, like a treasure map, and no one knew what it ultimately pointed to.
The seasoning jar was obviously a seasoning jar, filled with various crystal powders that were as clear as water, and the strange fragrance could be smelled from dozens of steps away.
Then one could perceive their source material beginning to wildly transform...Huai Shi could only be grateful that his detoxification potion had not expired.
He couldn't recognize the wooden bottle anymore. It was covered with wood grain and spots that looked like distorted faces, making Huai Shi feel uneasy.
As for the last small leather strap...
He couldn't tell what it was at all.
"The Armlet of Ougen, the one-eyed giant's brother's garment," Crow explained calmly. "Wearing it gives the wearer one-tenth of the power of the one-eyed giant, at the cost of being childless for life."
Giant's power!
Huai Shi's eyes lit up instantly.
What a great item.
A divine tool that purely adds attributes!
Even the shortest one-eyed giant is over two hundred meters tall. Getting one-tenth of his power is still amazing.
As for the cost of being childless, although it sounded terrifying, there would probably be many people who would be tempted by this power.
"But why is the name so strange?" Huai Shi asked. "Is there a background story?"
"Not really, almost every one-eyed giant makes such an armlet. There are quite a few of them in the realm and the border," Crow said with a teasing smile. "All of this comes from the ancient tradition of the one-eyed giants when a newborn is born."
"What tradition?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Crow's expression became strange. "I didn't bring it up on my own."
"If you're going to say it, just say it. Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Alright, the so-called ancient tradition is... circumcision."
...Why am I so stupid!
Huai Shi gave himself a big slap. He already had enough nightmares tonight, why was he making things difficult for himself!
The first to make a choice was the mad hunter.
He walked straight up, picked up the spice jar, put it in his pocket, and walked away without any desire to stay and chat.
"Which one should we take?" Huai Shi asked.
"The wooden bottle. It's the Weng of Tree Blood, an important material for your advancement. Hurry up, don't just stand there chatting. Although it's not precious, it's a rare material that only appears in the depths of Hell over level 20," Crow urged. "Once we leave this village, there won't be another shop like this."
Huai Shi decisively stepped forward, reached out for the milk bottle-sized wooden bottle, and accidentally touched another hand.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
Luo Xian raised her eyebrows, looking surprised. "I want it too."
"..."
Huai Shi looked at the big sister in front of him with a puzzled frown.
Was she doing this on purpose?
No, no matter how you look at it, it should be on purpose.
She didn't choose earlier, and she didn't choose later, but she had to come and snatch it away when Huai Shi was choosing.
"Yeah, what a coincidence," Huai Shi nodded, but didn't retract his hand. Instead, he looked straight at her through the mask. "Can't you let me have it?"
"Maybe."
Luo Xian smiled mysteriously. "How about we make a bet?"
What bet?
Before Huai Shi could ask, he felt a bone-chilling cold engulfing him, a premonition of death!
In an instant, he stepped back four steps, ready for anything.
But Luo Xian didn't take the bottle when she had the chance. Instead, she also stepped back a few steps, looked around, and finally, her gaze fell on the mop in the corner of the room.
"As for the bet..."
She walked over slowly, picked up the mop, kicked off the obstructing mop head, and left a long stick in her hand.
The sharp broken end pointed straight at Huai Shi's throat.
"According to the favorite rule of the Sublimators, let's have a bet," Luo Xian casually slung the mop stick over her shoulder, smiling as she tilted her head to look at him. "The loser has to give up this item. How about it?"
"And what about the winner?" Huai Shi's expression became indifferent.
"It's simple."
Luo Xian smiled. "The winner gets to live. Isn't that enough?"
In that moment, Huai Shi retreated.
Retreated again.
Ten steps back.
His fingers twitched slightly, gripping the handle of the invisible axe behind him.
And the mop stick was already piercing where his throat had been.
Luo Xian's speed wasn't particularly fast, to be honest. It's not easy for a Sublimator without a Holy Mark to reach this level, almost reaching the edge of the third level.
In other words, purely relying on her own physical strength, she had reached such a high speed.
It was beyond natural talent.
But what made Huai Shi wary was that the simple stab made him feel like there was no escape.
He felt like he was being watched, by something sinister and terrifying, by a bloodthirsty beast.
Luo Xian smiled.
An abnormal sense of murderous intent erupted from her slender body, along with her crimson eyes, piercing straight at Huai Shi.
"So," she licked her lips excitedly, her enthusiasm like that of a wild dog. "Let's have a fair and open... duel!"
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The taste was terrible.
It was so terrible that it defied description.
It was like a hundred thousand men with athlete's foot kicking a soccer ball and then dancing on my tongue with their Hong Kong feet.
When that taste rose on my tongue, Huai Shi's mind went blank, and his source material was in turmoil, almost losing consciousness in an instant.
But he still lost that memory.
It was as if even the Book of Fate refused to record that terrifying and unspeakable memory, revealing a large blank space.
It was...indescribable despair.
Huai Shi began to regret, to fear, and then he began to ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and the world, where he was, where he was going, and why he had to live...
When he came to his senses, he was already kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, involuntarily convulsing, feeling waves of painful spasms rising from his stomach.
Soon, he was relieved.
He couldn't feel his stomach anymore.
Even his taste buds were closed off from the nightmare-like sensation under such a terrifying impact.
What remained was a haunting shadow in his soul that couldn't be dispelled.
"Why..."
Huai Shi tearfully asked, "Why can you make something so terrible look so good?"
Luo Xian looked at his disheveled appearance, sighed, seemingly helpless.
Soon, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Silly child."
She bent down, gently stroked Huai Shi's hair, and gently told him, "It's because of love, of course."
Yes.
Discover the complete story on pawread dot com.
In this cruel world, besides love, what else could make everything so beautiful?
Love.
That was the conclusion of the Cooking Demon Contest.
Love conquered all.
When Huai Shi came to his senses, he was already standing on the winner's podium.
He took the invitation to the main competition from the judges' hands like a puppet on a string, feeling that he had experienced an absolute nightmare that he didn't want to remember.
"Little brother, you're really not afraid of death. What on earth did you eat?" Crow landed on his shoulder, curious, and asked, "Your source material was almost on the verge of collapse just now. You almost turned into a vegetable from a dish?"
"Please, don't say anything more."
Huai Shi pleaded in despair, "Don't make me remember how stupid I was just now."
"Alright, alright."
Crow shrugged and sighed, patting his head sympathetically, "It's all in the past, isn't it?"
"So, do I have to forget who pushed me into this pit?"
"To be honest, you can't blame anyone for eating something that's not good..."
Crow was about to say something, but he couldn't speak under Huai Shi's dead fish eyes.
Although he received the invitation to the main competition, Huai Shi would never go. It was said that during the main competition, even the enigmatic gods from the ranch would come to watch... What would Huai Shi do? Deliver food to their door?
He had no way out.
He would obediently accept the reward and go home, otherwise, he would really think he was the little master of hell!
Soon, the three successful contestants were taken to an office by the organizing committee, and the waiter carefully opened the box of gifts from hell, taking out five items.
"According to the rules of the competition, you can choose one item."
After arranging all the items, the waiter stepped aside, looking as if he was allowing them to choose.
A bowl containing half a bowl of white ash, a yellowed black and white old photo, a seasoning jar, a small wooden bottle, and a small leather band with two curved hairs still attached.
It looked like a clearance sale at a thrift store.
But each item emitted waves of source material that were either amazing or restrained, some were purely condensed from source material.
There was no doubt that these five items were border relics!
As long as the term "border relic" was attached, it represented unadorned luxury and rarity. If their abilities could help people, their prices would probably be even higher.
It was clear that the Cooking Demon Contest organizing committee was rich and powerful.
Huai Shi carefully examined each of the five items.
The bowl containing the pale ash was actually not the most precious part. The bowl was just a container, and the terrifying value lay in the dozen or so grams of bone ash with a strange aura. The deep-seated oppressive feeling and cold chill proved the value of this pinch of bone ash. Although its use was unknown, it was probably an indispensable precious material in some alchemical creations and curses.
The yellowed old photo was purely an illusion.
It had no physical existence.
Or rather, it was a curse forcibly given form by the lords of hell, something that could be touched and picked up by people. But the moment it was picked up, the curse would take effect, right?
But more precious than the curse was the destiny represented on it. Perhaps the person cursed would also receive some kind of fate that circulated within hell, like a treasure map, and no one knew what it ultimately pointed to.
The seasoning jar was obviously a seasoning jar, filled with various crystal powders that were as clear as water, and the strange fragrance could be smelled from dozens of steps away.
Then one could perceive their source material beginning to wildly transform...Huai Shi could only be grateful that his detoxification potion had not expired.
He couldn't recognize the wooden bottle anymore. It was covered with wood grain and spots that looked like distorted faces, making Huai Shi feel uneasy.
As for the last small leather strap...
He couldn't tell what it was at all.
"The Armlet of Ougen, the one-eyed giant's brother's garment," Crow explained calmly. "Wearing it gives the wearer one-tenth of the power of the one-eyed giant, at the cost of being childless for life."
Giant's power!
Huai Shi's eyes lit up instantly.
What a great item.
A divine tool that purely adds attributes!
Even the shortest one-eyed giant is over two hundred meters tall. Getting one-tenth of his power is still amazing.
As for the cost of being childless, although it sounded terrifying, there would probably be many people who would be tempted by this power.
"But why is the name so strange?" Huai Shi asked. "Is there a background story?"
"Not really, almost every one-eyed giant makes such an armlet. There are quite a few of them in the realm and the border," Crow said with a teasing smile. "All of this comes from the ancient tradition of the one-eyed giants when a newborn is born."
"What tradition?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Crow's expression became strange. "I didn't bring it up on my own."
"If you're going to say it, just say it. Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Alright, the so-called ancient tradition is... circumcision."
...Why am I so stupid!
Huai Shi gave himself a big slap. He already had enough nightmares tonight, why was he making things difficult for himself!
The first to make a choice was the mad hunter.
He walked straight up, picked up the spice jar, put it in his pocket, and walked away without any desire to stay and chat.
"Which one should we take?" Huai Shi asked.
"The wooden bottle. It's the Weng of Tree Blood, an important material for your advancement. Hurry up, don't just stand there chatting. Although it's not precious, it's a rare material that only appears in the depths of Hell over level 20," Crow urged. "Once we leave this village, there won't be another shop like this."
Huai Shi decisively stepped forward, reached out for the milk bottle-sized wooden bottle, and accidentally touched another hand.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
Luo Xian raised her eyebrows, looking surprised. "I want it too."
"..."
Huai Shi looked at the big sister in front of him with a puzzled frown.
Was she doing this on purpose?
No, no matter how you look at it, it should be on purpose.
She didn't choose earlier, and she didn't choose later, but she had to come and snatch it away when Huai Shi was choosing.
"Yeah, what a coincidence," Huai Shi nodded, but didn't retract his hand. Instead, he looked straight at her through the mask. "Can't you let me have it?"
"Maybe."
Luo Xian smiled mysteriously. "How about we make a bet?"
What bet?
Before Huai Shi could ask, he felt a bone-chilling cold engulfing him, a premonition of death!
In an instant, he stepped back four steps, ready for anything.
But Luo Xian didn't take the bottle when she had the chance. Instead, she also stepped back a few steps, looked around, and finally, her gaze fell on the mop in the corner of the room.
"As for the bet..."
She walked over slowly, picked up the mop, kicked off the obstructing mop head, and left a long stick in her hand.
The sharp broken end pointed straight at Huai Shi's throat.
"According to the favorite rule of the Sublimators, let's have a bet," Luo Xian casually slung the mop stick over her shoulder, smiling as she tilted her head to look at him. "The loser has to give up this item. How about it?"
"And what about the winner?" Huai Shi's expression became indifferent.
"It's simple."
Luo Xian smiled. "The winner gets to live. Isn't that enough?"
In that moment, Huai Shi retreated.
Retreated again.
Ten steps back.
His fingers twitched slightly, gripping the handle of the invisible axe behind him.
And the mop stick was already piercing where his throat had been.
Luo Xian's speed wasn't particularly fast, to be honest. It's not easy for a Sublimator without a Holy Mark to reach this level, almost reaching the edge of the third level.
In other words, purely relying on her own physical strength, she had reached such a high speed.
It was beyond natural talent.
But what made Huai Shi wary was that the simple stab made him feel like there was no escape.
He felt like he was being watched, by something sinister and terrifying, by a bloodthirsty beast.
Luo Xian smiled.
An abnormal sense of murderous intent erupted from her slender body, along with her crimson eyes, piercing straight at Huai Shi.
"So," she licked her lips excitedly, her enthusiasm like that of a wild dog. "Let's have a fair and open... duel!"
The taste was terrible.It was so terrible that it defied description.It was like a hundred thousand men with athlete's foot kicking a soccer ball and then dancing on my tongue with their Hong Kong feet.When that taste rose on my tongue, Huai Shi's mind went blank, and his source material was in turmoil, almost losing consciousness in an instant.But he still lost that memory.It was as if even the Book of Fate refused to record that terrifying and unspeakable memory, revealing a large blank space.It was...indescribable despair.Huai Shi began to regret, to fear, and then he began to ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and the world, where he was, where he was going, and why he had to live...When he came to his senses, he was already kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, involuntarily convulsing, feeling waves of painful spasms rising from his stomach.Soon, he was relieved.He couldn't feel his stomach anymore.Even his taste buds were closed off from the nightmare-like sensation under such a terrifying impact.What remained was a haunting shadow in his soul that couldn't be dispelled."Why..."Huai Shi tearfully asked, "Why can you make something so terrible look so good?"Luo Xian looked at his disheveled appearance, sighed, seemingly helpless.Soon, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth."Silly child."She bent down, gently stroked Huai Shi's hair, and gently told him, "It's because of love, of course."Yes.Discover the complete story on pawread dot com.In this cruel world, besides love, what else could make everything so beautiful?Love.That was the conclusion of the Cooking Demon Contest.Love conquered all.When Huai Shi came to his senses, he was already standing on the winner's podium.He took the invitation to the main competition from the judges' hands like a puppet on a string, feeling that he had experienced an absolute nightmare that he didn't want to remember."Little brother, you're really not afraid of death. What on earth did you eat?" Crow landed on his shoulder, curious, and asked, "Your source material was almost on the verge of collapse just now. You almost turned into a vegetable from a dish?""Please, don't say anything more."Huai Shi pleaded in despair, "Don't make me remember how stupid I was just now.""Alright, alright."Crow shrugged and sighed, patting his head sympathetically, "It's all in the past, isn't it?""So, do I have to forget who pushed me into this pit?""To be honest, you can't blame anyone for eating something that's not good..."Crow was about to say something, but he couldn't speak under Huai Shi's dead fish eyes.Although he received the invitation to the main competition, Huai Shi would never go. It was said that during the main competition, even the enigmatic gods from the ranch would come to watch... What would Huai Shi do? Deliver food to their door?He had no way out.He would obediently accept the reward and go home, otherwise, he would really think he was the little master of hell!Soon, the three successful contestants were taken to an office by the organizing committee, and the waiter carefully opened the box of gifts from hell, taking out five items."According to the rules of the competition, you can choose one item."After arranging all the items, the waiter stepped aside, looking as if he was allowing them to choose.A bowl containing half a bowl of white ash, a yellowed black and white old photo, a seasoning jar, a small wooden bottle, and a small leather band with two curved hairs still attached.It looked like a clearance sale at a thrift store.But each item emitted waves of source material that were either amazing or restrained, some were purely condensed from source material.There was no doubt that these five items were border relics!As long as the term "border relic" was attached, it represented unadorned luxury and rarity. If their abilities could help people, their prices would probably be even higher.It was clear that the Cooking Demon Contest organizing committee was rich and powerful.Huai Shi carefully examined each of the five items.The bowl containing the pale ash was actually not the most precious part. The bowl was just a container, and the terrifying value lay in the dozen or so grams of bone ash with a strange aura. The deep-seated oppressive feeling and cold chill proved the value of this pinch of bone ash. Although its use was unknown, it was probably an indispensable precious material in some alchemical creations and curses.The yellowed old photo was purely an illusion.It had no physical existence.Or rather, it was a curse forcibly given form by the lords of hell, something that could be touched and picked up by people. But the moment it was picked up, the curse would take effect, right?But more precious than the curse was the destiny represented on it. Perhaps the person cursed would also receive some kind of fate that circulated within hell, like a treasure map, and no one knew what it ultimately pointed to.The seasoning jar was obviously a seasoning jar, filled with various crystal powders that were as clear as water, and the strange fragrance could be smelled from dozens of steps away.Then one could perceive their source material beginning to wildly transform...Huai Shi could only be grateful that his detoxification potion had not expired.He couldn't recognize the wooden bottle anymore. It was covered with wood grain and spots that looked like distorted faces, making Huai Shi feel uneasy.As for the last small leather strap...He couldn't tell what it was at all."The Armlet of Ougen, the one-eyed giant's brother's garment," Crow explained calmly. "Wearing it gives the wearer one-tenth of the power of the one-eyed giant, at the cost of being childless for life."Giant's power!Huai Shi's eyes lit up instantly.What a great item.A divine tool that purely adds attributes!Even the shortest one-eyed giant is over two hundred meters tall. Getting one-tenth of his power is still amazing.As for the cost of being childless, although it sounded terrifying, there would probably be many people who would be tempted by this power."But why is the name so strange?" Huai Shi asked. "Is there a background story?""Not really, almost every one-eyed giant makes such an armlet. There are quite a few of them in the realm and the border," Crow said with a teasing smile. "All of this comes from the ancient tradition of the one-eyed giants when a newborn is born.""What tradition?""Are you sure you want to know?" Crow's expression became strange. "I didn't bring it up on my own.""If you're going to say it, just say it. Don't keep me in suspense!""Alright, the so-called ancient tradition is... circumcision."...Why am I so stupid!Huai Shi gave himself a big slap. He already had enough nightmares tonight, why was he making things difficult for himself!The first to make a choice was the mad hunter.He walked straight up, picked up the spice jar, put it in his pocket, and walked away without any desire to stay and chat."Which one should we take?" Huai Shi asked."The wooden bottle. It's the Weng of Tree Blood, an important material for your advancement. Hurry up, don't just stand there chatting. Although it's not precious, it's a rare material that only appears in the depths of Hell over level 20," Crow urged. "Once we leave this village, there won't be another shop like this."Huai Shi decisively stepped forward, reached out for the milk bottle-sized wooden bottle, and accidentally touched another hand."Oh, what a coincidence."Luo Xian raised her eyebrows, looking surprised. "I want it too.""..."Huai Shi looked at the big sister in front of him with a puzzled frown.Was she doing this on purpose?No, no matter how you look at it, it should be on purpose.She didn't choose earlier, and she didn't choose later, but she had to come and snatch it away when Huai Shi was choosing."Yeah, what a coincidence," Huai Shi nodded, but didn't retract his hand. Instead, he looked straight at her through the mask. "Can't you let me have it?""Maybe."Luo Xian smiled mysteriously. "How about we make a bet?"What bet?Before Huai Shi could ask, he felt a bone-chilling cold engulfing him, a premonition of death!In an instant, he stepped back four steps, ready for anything.But Luo Xian didn't take the bottle when she had the chance. Instead, she also stepped back a few steps, looked around, and finally, her gaze fell on the mop in the corner of the room."As for the bet..."She walked over slowly, picked up the mop, kicked off the obstructing mop head, and left a long stick in her hand.The sharp broken end pointed straight at Huai Shi's throat."According to the favorite rule of the Sublimators, let's have a bet," Luo Xian casually slung the mop stick over her shoulder, smiling as she tilted her head to look at him. "The loser has to give up this item. How about it?""And what about the winner?" Huai Shi's expression became indifferent."It's simple."Luo Xian smiled. "The winner gets to live. Isn't that enough?"In that moment, Huai Shi retreated.Retreated again.Ten steps back.His fingers twitched slightly, gripping the handle of the invisible axe behind him.And the mop stick was already piercing where his throat had been.Luo Xian's speed wasn't particularly fast, to be honest. It's not easy for a Sublimator without a Holy Mark to reach this level, almost reaching the edge of the third level.In other words, purely relying on her own physical strength, she had reached such a high speed.It was beyond natural talent.But what made Huai Shi wary was that the simple stab made him feel like there was no escape.He felt like he was being watched, by something sinister and terrifying, by a bloodthirsty beast.Luo Xian smiled.An abnormal sense of murderous intent erupted from her slender body, along with her crimson eyes, piercing straight at Huai Shi."So," she licked her lips excitedly, her enthusiasm like that of a wild dog. "Let's have a fair and open... duel!"
