If she could get a man like that, maybe it would be a very fortunate thing.
Thinking this, Zhang Xiaolan's heart almost started to flutter.
In her half a lifetime, she had come across all sorts of men, from the heirs of multinational corporations to the princes of small countries.
Which one wasn't dashing, imposing, and lavish!
But compared to the Shen Zhou in front of her, they seemed to instantly turn into nothing.
She was even starting to daydream.
Suddenly, she saw something.
In the deep jungle on both sides, there seemed to be flashes of strange figures dashing forward, faster than the speed of the canoe.
She suddenly turned her head and looked to the left, staring intensely to see what was going on, to discern if it was a hallucination or if some kind of monster or beast really existed.
Suddenly, a terrifying figure caught her eye.
This figure was very bulky, running forward on two legs, its body covered with lumps of flesh, swinging about.
