"You have good luck, pick one out of the nine cities!" Zhou Qing said.
Lu Yaoyao seemed to think of something and immediately shook her head, saying, "No, my luck has always been bad, you choose."
Zhou Qing looked at her suddenly disappointed appearance, not knowing what he had said wrong again, and was about to say something when his expression changed abruptly.
Almost at the same moment, Tetanus instantly appeared in the palm of his hand, his body tensed, and he vigilantly looked around as if facing a formidable enemy.
Under the night sky, the surrounding scenery appeared to be unchanged, the gentle breeze still softly brushing past, and the flowers, grass, and trees swaying as usual, but Zhou Qing sharply perceived an inexplicable sense of horror.
The hairs on his back stood on end as if enveloped by an invisible chill, and a strong sense of life and death crisis swiftly rose from the depths of his heart.
"What's wrong?" Yaoyao asked softly, puzzled.
