"Sister, I'm soft-hearted, I can't stand to see people in distress..." Feng Xin's mouth curved slightly, "I will kill you right away, and soon you will be able to reunite in my Furnace Core."
Lin An looked on calmly, holding tightly onto Witch Chen Jie's belt to prevent her from acting rashly.
In the 'daydream' conference room just now, the Lottery had told him that they had quickly swapped the boy with the wall of the house and then simulated reality and illusion.
Although the technique was clever, it was too hasty this time; right now, if Feng Xin were to look back, she could see the mottled, moldy traces on the wall, looking very much like the frightened face of a little boy.
With a series of sudden changes, Lin An increasingly felt that his own strength was simply not enough.
All the strength he could muster now was concentrated in his transformation into a black cat.
Unfortunately, at this moment, he couldn't transform into a black cat.
