Unfortunately or fortunately, his hypoglycemic symptoms lessened, his vision eventually became a color other than black, and his hearing slowly returned to normal.
“This b is so beautiful, is it mine?” Zhao’s fingers roamed her arms, sometimes being sharp claws, sometimes like catkins, and Xin Junmao’s skin was full of fear. I enjoyed the softness.
Xin Junmao was unable to speak and prayed in his heart for Koum to quickly save him from danger.
Combs seemed to sense his thoughts. In the next moment, Mr. Zhao suddenly screamed and immediately disappeared, and his tightly pinched lips were finally released.
More than half of Xin Junmao's vision has been restored, and he can finally see things clearly. He nervously wiped his flushed cheek, wiping away the copious amounts of blood. When he went to his arm, he found that the arm that Mr. Zhao had just touched was also full of small and large cuts. Only then did he realize the extent of the danger he had just experienced.
Xin Junmao struggled to get up from the ground, but was so weak that he stumbled out the door and fell into the dirt. However, he ignored the pain of the contaminated wound and walked away in a random direction.
After climbing several buildings, he bees fully conscious and regains some strength. He could barely stand and keep walking.
As I passed by what was probably the kitchen of the Paradise Evolution organization, I saw two very similar looking figures lying silently on a eucalyptus plank. Some of the bodies had been hanged in the kitchen; With a sharp iron hook, some will fall into an iron pot.
Xin Junmao just looked at her and quickly looked away. He couldn't bear to look at her and didn't have the courage to look at her anymore. If it's a monster that even the most powerful mystery detective can't defeat, what hope can he hope for?
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