In a coma, the figure she had been chasing for a long time was slowly walking over. This time, Bai Xiaojing did not look for her, but caught up by herself.
She had long black hair, fringes, and curled eyelashes. This was——
"It's me," Bai Xiaojing murmured.
"My name is Fujiang." The woman said. Then countless images burst out.
Fuchun, endless life and reproduction; Fuchun, is not afraid of any terrible existence of strong acid, highly toxic and radiation; Fuchun, the incarnation of beauty and evil...
###Chapter111,Fujiang (Part 2)
The sound of duckweed's hiss became louder. The sound was painful and repressed, accompanied by the man's laughter.
Bai Xiaojing pinched the knife from Barka and stuck it on the door. The door was her only way out.
The two carriages stopped on the same par
