Given the precedents of the Goddess of Wushan and the Mermaid Queen, he began to suspect that the woman in front of him might actually have some connection with Yan Xuehen.
After all, the two looked exactly alike and had similar temperaments; both seemed to possess the divine power of the God of Emptiness.
The woman in white turned back and gave him a strange look, but did not answer. She then continued to chase after the Burning Fire Knight.
Seeing his dazed expression, Fireworks couldn't help but complain, "Hey, hey, hey, even if she's pretty, you don't have to fawn over her like this. I'm not bad either, and I've never seen you be this proactive."
Zuan naturally couldn't explain Yan Xuehen's matter to her. Without the fire chains binding him, he gradually recovered and followed after her, carrying the fireworks.
Fireworks was shocked to see this: "Hey, we barely escaped with our lives, you're not going to go looking for her, are you?"
Zuan quickly said, "She looks a lot like a friend of mine. I have some doubts that I need to verify with her."
"Tch," Fireworks rolled her eyes. "You men say that every time you see a pretty woman. Please come up with a more original reason."
Zuan ignored her: "This really has nothing to do with you. How about I leave you here?"
"No, I want to stay with you," Fireworks hurriedly added upon seeing the other's expression. "Otherwise, if a monster comes along, wouldn't I be at its mercy?"
Zuan thought it made sense, so he continued to lead her in pursuit.
When they arrived at the warehouse, the two were shocked, because the once noisy warehouse was now unusually quiet, and all the densely packed monsters were lying in pools of blood.
The person numbered 9527 and the staff of the Global Chamber of Commerce were not dead, but they all looked shocked, as if they had been petrified, clearly having just witnessed something unbelievable.
The Fire Knight and the Bird-Headed Monster stood in two corners respectively.
The Fire Knight no longer had his wheelchair; now, he used two long spears under his armpits as crutches, while the bird-headed monster on the other side leaned against the bulkhead, tightly gripping a silver claw in its hand.
Both of them had many wounds on their bodies, bleeding profusely, but they didn't care about treating them, and their whole bodies were visibly trembling.
They both stared intently at the woman in white in the center.
Her stunning beauty now seemed more terrifying than the legendary Grim Reaper.
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