The girl on the third floor lowered her head and cried, tears of joy streaming down her face.
On the fourth floor, a single man was dancing with his husky in his arms.
A family on the fifth floor was lighting incense to worship, oh no, not worshiping Buddha, but instead, a bronze statue of Lin Zhen was placed on the altar.
On the sixth floor, an elderly couple were indulging in youthful passions, engaging in their favorite activities with an intensity that was surprising.
On the seventh floor, the rooftop, a group of excited people were setting off fireworks.
The night sky was lit up with a beauty that was unprecedented.
Such scenes could be seen everywhere in the universe.
With one wave of Lin Zhen's hand, the vicious aura on the Stars of Heavenly Slaughter was completely absorbed by him.
"The land of the Beast King Prison should not be this cold!"
With one thought, constant stars began to bloom here.
