Zhang Yuze's eyes went from red to green. An ominous feeling suddenly seized him. As someone from the East, he was hardly unfamiliar with this sort of thing. A terrifying phrase surfaced in his mind: I'm being haunted!
His body had inexplicably slipped out of his control, but that wasn't even the worst part. His chest burned with pain. It probably wouldn't heal for days. He looked down. Holy shit, those two little things have swollen up! As the saying went, women had grapes and men had mung beans. Right now, he reckoned his were closer to peanuts.
Have I really run into one of those things? Fear welled up inside Zhang Yuze. How else could he explain it? Look at his hands-they were still rubbing!
The little bit of Divine Power dwindled to nothing. It had come quickly and vanished even faster, bringing Qin Fen's God-Driving to an end.
"What are you doing?" Female Hooligan sent a message.
Curious, the Queen Mother picked up Qin Fen's phone. This magical treasure had always intrigued her. She had heard of phones; Big Chef was planning to introduce them to the Heavenly Court too. Unfortunately, she had never encountered this thing called texting.
The screen lit up the instant she picked it up, startling her a little. She touched it gently, looking somewhat nervous. It was her first time, after all. Understandable.
A swipe of her finger produced a single word: "Fuck!" The Queen Mother looked awkwardly toward the person beside her, her eyes seeming to ask, How do I use this? Modern Chinese pinyin hadn't existed in ancient times. She was instantly stumped.
Female Hooligan looked at her phone, her eyelid twitching. Your style has been getting pretty weird lately.
"I'm coming back tomorrow. I came to pick someone up, but