A warm lullaby (1)

The power of fear is still very useful ...

Lu Xin thought to himself as he surveyed his surroundings.

The city seemed to be covered by a huge net, and the whole city was dark. All the shadows were shaking in the corners, laughing, roaring, roaring, and struggling. Thousands of flesh and blood statues were forever frozen in the last moment.

The red moonlight shone on his body, casting a solid shadow on the ground.

His sister hugged his arm and stood obediently by his side.

The thousands of statues lowered their proud heads at Lu Xin, who was like a criminal trying to atone for his sins.

Lu Xin heaved a sigh of relief. it's a pity. I can only hold on for a few seconds at most.

Although he was extremely tired, Lu Xin was in a good mood. He slowly raised his head and allowed the blood to flow freely.