As a result of Zhao Yao's actions, the entire prison has returned to its original state, and it was even more comfortable than before.
After exchanging a few sentences with Uncle Ho, Zhao Yao swallowed back his words.
…
At the same time, in Huadu District far in the south,
The King of Death lay in the office at the top of the building, his whole body seemed to have sunk into the sofa.
His whole body felt sluggish and he did not feel like moving.
"Damn, what is going on? Is it the doing of the Headless Horseman?"
The King of Death wanted to rub his forehead but found that he was too lazy to even lift his arm.
The bizarre change occurred just a few minutes ago from the prison of Jianghai city Cat King of the West.
Suddenly, the King of Death felt a little too listless to do anything at all, so listless that he could not perk himself up.
