Number one forced a smile. Song qingxiao knew that he was angry.
No one had expected that the mission would end up like this.
Number 6 and number 7 chose not to return to the terror Battalion with song qingxiao, but the direction they chose to leave in at the undead altar was coincidentally the return route.
Without a 'guide' to lead the way, it was impossible for them to be brought back to the terrorist camp directly. It was very likely that they had returned the way they came.
In this way, song qingxiao and the others might run into each other if they tried to escape from the terror Battalion.
Number one had been gloating earlier, but now he felt very depressed.
Song Qing looked down on the boiling cauldron. As the flame burned, the soup inside was boiling, and the meat was rolling in the pot.
She turned her face away and resisted the nauseating feeling in her heart.
