The survival instinct is truly a good thing.
Not only can it be unearthed in most individuals, but it is usually quite intense.
Fu Qian felt a deep sense of gratification at the proactiveness displayed by the agents.
As you wish...
Though the former, frequently educated, did not speak again, his demeanor clearly embodied the phrase.
His hand reached into the cleaved chest, and what was slowly extracted this time was a miniature tree, seemingly grown from a flowering spine.
And in the next moment, he thrust it directly from top to bottom into his head.
Boom!
In that instant, Fu Qian felt as if he had transformed into a candle, igniting from his forehead.
The blood pump, which was already frantically extracting vitality, had its pipe diameter seemingly increased tenfold.
The countdown almost immediately entered the stopwatch phase.
Fu Qian believed that the agent brother was suffering no less than himself.
Because that faceless head was truly on fire.
