Within Dongsheng Shenzhou.
Winter Melon stared rather blankly at the sun slowly rising ahead.
Now she truly understood what it meant for worldly affairs to be fickle.
She had spent two whole years in Dongsheng Shenzhou, yet she still had not managed to leave.
She clearly belonged to an organization, but now she was getting by as though she belonged to none.
Perhaps the only touching thing was a supreme, genuine pig wearing a Pig Mask, who wanted to take her down with him at the slightest provocation.
She had thought that staying with this pig in Dongsheng Shenzhou, living in constant dread of being struck off by the higher-ups at any moment, was already enough to drive her mad.
In Winter Melon's eyes, things had already reached their worst. So bad that, looking back now, Watermelon's swift death might well have been a true release.
The desire to live and the fear of dying at any moment constantly intertwined in her heart.
That was already sheer torment for Winter Melon, but never in her wildest dreams had she expected that this was not the worst of it.
A monk had appeared from who knew where, insisting only that he had been sent by those above.
Do not ask who, and do not ask what his purpose was. He had just one thing to say-I'm here to help you!
Then he had immediately started asking about this and that as though they were old friends.
After what had happened with Cui Hao, Winter Melon had not trusted this monk in the slightest, even though Chen Baiqing had previously come by to give her a brief spiel.
And do not ask why she had not slaughtered this detestable monk.
The reason was very simple-this monk could really fucking fight!
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