In the corridor, a chilly wind blew, bringing with it a night rain, pelting the ground like cow hair and instantly moistening everything.
"FCUK!"
Bath wiped the rain off his face, his expression one of shock, as he immediately charged towards Lin Baici's rear.
Though he had no idea what kind of Divine Grace it was, experience and instinct told him,
It was strong!
If he took a direct hit, he would definitely die.
The doll perched on his shoulder also leapt up, its tiny hands clutching his hair, and screaming at the top of its voice.
Ah!
The doll's expression of horror was strikingly lifelike.
The black man, sensing trouble by instinct, broke into a sprint!
Upon seeing this, Li Yintong was suddenly alarmed. Originally, she intended to run towards Lin Baici's rear, but fearing his attack, she kicked open a nearby door and dove inside.
Better to hide for a bit!
