The seventy-two obsidian pillars shattered in mid-air, and the blood-colored mecha became noticeably sluggish in mid-air.
It wasn't due to the pillars' suppression, but it had indeed eaten too much.
A specter composed of many demon heads slowly emerged behind the blood-colored mecha.
Who said food cannot fall from the sky?
The kind-hearted one personally delivered these seventy-two love-packed meals to the doorstep.
Though cold, the taste is not affected when cold.
Wang Yunxiao now felt an uncontrollable urge in his heart, wanting to turn his head and shout at the white-haired dog still playing with mud: "Look at that!"
If King Solomon were to wear a JK outfit and turn into a beautiful girl today, Wang Yunxiao might even have a change of heart.
Such kindness, how is it different from those legendary philanthropists who use gold and jewels as hidden weapons?
After devouring seventy-two love-packed meals, Wang Yunxiao was in a stupor for a long time.
