The car swung its tail like an extreme action in a police movie. Half of the car was already on the sidewalk, and the tail was just a little bit away from the fire hydrant.
The old Daoist gulped and let out a long sigh of relief.
Bai Yingying, the Little Loli, and Zhou Ze pushed open the car door and rushed into the bookstore as fast as they could.
Inside the bookstore,
the smell of blood filled the air.
Xu Qinglang was leaning against the wall. His body was still bleeding, and his face was as pale as paper. If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was still moving up and down slightly with his breathing, everyone would have been worried that he had already fart.
A strange man was sitting behind the bar counter,
the man's skin was fair, but there was still a lot of dirty and disgusting liquid on his body. He felt as if he had just climbed out of a sauce vat after falling into an accident.
When Zhou Ze and the others came in,
