"Yeah, what are you fussing about? Back in the day, when I had to face a siege, I didn't have any fancy-schmancy super creatures to heal. We had sticks! Two sticks, and a rock for the whole shelter—and we had to share the rock! Buck up, girl, you are one very lucky spirit!" Xie Qing King said, chucking the remainder of his beer away. It was difficult to tell if he was being serious or not.
Super Gene
Sci-fi · Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim
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