"This is a rogue AI incident. Are you sure no one put you up to this?"
The International Police officer speaking was meticulous and sat before Sevens with his arms folded.
"No." Sevens shook his head. "I-I can guarantee we knew nothing about this incident."
Although they had hidden in the house according to plan, Sevens really had not known that a rogue AI was part of the plan-
But to everyone else, all of this looked very strange:
For
Protected by Green Smoke, Daoist Huangyuan had deployed a set of seven Blood-Colored Flying Knives to continually fend off the sword energy filling the sky. Although he was having some difficulty dealing with it, he could clearly hold out for a while longer.
Before anyone else moved, Zheng Rong said, "I'll verify it first. Let me count and see if there are enough!" As he spoke, he picked up the Storage Bag and narrowed his eyes, repeatedly sweeping his spiritual sense through it.
All they could do now was handle the aftermath properly. Zhu Ming could do nothing for those who needed surgery, but he would absolutely not allow ordinary external injuries to cause further deaths or casualties through infection.
If anything happened to Lin Jiaojiao this time, she did not even dare imagine how she would live from then on.
What Kim Yerin had said earlier was also true. The apartment they lived in was not even as good as Park Soyeon's house, and was only a little better than T-ara's former dormitory.
"Brother Shi, what official posts did His Majesty give them? Are they higher than their old ones?" Du Ruoqiu asked excitedly, tugging at Shi Haonan.
Moreover, the Iron-Clad Corpse had been distracted by injuries from firearms and had been completely unguarded at the time. Besides, it