"Ah..."
Watching the girl having the time of her life, Doctor Li rubbed his forehead and sighed.
Girl, that's enough already!
I'd spent 5,500 dollars on a round of "fireworks," and you'd gone and set off most of them yourself. Anyone would feel a little awkward in my shoes.
And besides, flying swords weren't supposed to work like that!
Great Demon Li felt like this cheerful girl had led him way off track.
Oh, well. It was only five shells anyway. Once they were fired, they were done.
"Silly Bastard, wasn't Senior Sister amazing? One hand, one flying sword, and it hit wherever I pointed. I'm invincible..."
Zeng Qi was like a happy little lark, chattering nonstop as she showed off to her classmate—no, her junior fellow disciple, Hao Han.
Off to the side, the dark-skinned siblings had dropped to their knees in surrender, prostrating themselves.
No words were needed. There was only one word for it: Immortals...
So there were some sensible people among the Africans!
"Oh! My-God! Oh! My-God! Oh! My-God! OH..."
The white youth they'd rescued along the way had turned into a human broken record. He was completely stunned.
"Let's go!"
Li Bai shook his head and turned to leave.
By now, the two Demonesses should have put the cabin away and brought the fifth-wheel trailer back out.
Bzz! His phone vibrated. Old Hei Chaka had sent him a message.
"I Have A Big Black Sausage: Your order's arrived, dear! Please leave a good review for a rebate, dear!"
One, two, three, four, five. Yep, five artillery shells. The entire Huda Tribe had been blasted to smithereens.
It was a 152-millimeter heavy gun, after all. One high-explosive shell was enough to flatten the entire tribe. They could feel the scorching waves of heat even from far