Chapter 65 - 6) Celestial assembly.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Two more white lights shone in the darkness, moving rapidly but Lu Tian and the bald Daoist easily managed to deflect them with ease in the surface, however, baldie practices body art, thus, he is already dead he just doesn’t know it yet.
If one were to look closely at his hand, the tip of the dagger-tongue managed to leave a small opening just enough to send a few essences of poison, and bald daoist have yet to realize it.
It’s only a matter of time before this Daoist meets Lord Yama himself and gains enlightenment on why one doesn’t need to act heroic for no reason.
A Daoist must use his brain more than to let the heart blind the mind, alas,
Everyone around seemed uneasy, tense with fear hanging heavy in the stale air, while Ling’r was already clinging to Zhao Fan’s arm like a frightened kitten, inhaling his serious scent with a blush.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Fan gently pulled her closer, his hand gliding over her soft back to squeeze that delicious, round, perky peach-shaped mounds while the others were too distracted to notice.
"Aangh~" she gasped softly, like a cute little shy girl while glancing daggers at Zhao Fan, how can he do such a thing in public, it’s a good thing this place is filled with darkness and visibility is less.
"Don’t worry. You’re safe with me," Zhao Fan whispered, pointing ahead with calm confidence.
Swoosh!