Chapter 624: Valentine’s Day Special: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1) (6K)_3
It’s enough to take you down.
Although you’re probably clueless, I can buy some time and play a bit to thoroughly entertain you. Once I’ve got a plan, I’ll tweak it slightly.
But the result was...
The red-haired woman laughed directly. She didn’t make a sound, though; she just seemed playful. Because the scar-faced man’s Leather Armor was severely worn, reeking of sea stench and sweat. The scar-faced man, with stubbled beard, was earnestly discussing composition, but lacked basic knowledge and couldn’t even read music scores. How could he talk about creation? Moreover, when it concerns the rise and fall of the art world, you’re really... bragging without a draft.
The red-haired woman dropped the knife. This man posed no threat to her; she could end him anytime. She might as well have fun with this foolish thief.
"I just happen to know how to, you just have to demonstrate once, and I can remember it all. I’ll fulfill your wish then eliminate you without any pain. Sorry, but these are the survival rules of the no-law zone."
The red-haired woman’s fingers beckoned, and a blank book and charcoal pencil floated directly from the bookshelf into her hand, wanting to see what performance this person would put on.
Shit! You really know this!
Liszt knew that merely adding onto the memory foundation couldn’t cause a qualitative change; organisms were always hormonal, animalistic. Only pheromones could transform bricks into... damn, the ultimate aphrodisiac to last a lifetime.
He took off his shoulder guards, chest armor, and leg armor.
Shit!