Hearing Qu Shilin's words, Wang Tao couldn't help but exclaim, "Well, I'll be damned."
Placing over a dozen Night Demon hearts on one's bedside? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?
Wang Tao suddenly offered a silent condolence to Xiang Hongbin—Old Xiang, wish you luck!
As for the over a dozen Night Demon hearts, Wang Tao wasn't surprised.
After all, he alone had acquired eight hearts; two Night Demon Type I had died in the previous battle at Zijin Base, and he still had six hearts in his possession.
Given that Changhe Base housed hundreds of thousands of people, had a large number of combatants and heavy firepower, it was entirely normal for them to kill a large number of Night Demons or even destroy many Night Demon nests. The question was whether they retained the hearts.
Although Qu Shilin's hobby was somewhat peculiar, her luck was clearly good.
When the others heard what Qu Shilin said, their eyes widened.
Over a dozen Night Demon hearts?
