Han Family’s Son

Tang Ming'er had only just entered the sanctuaries, and although her geno arts weren't bad, her genes hadn't been reinforced. She was weak, and she couldn't outrun the giant demon centipede. The centipede caught up within seconds.

Tang Ming'er held Littleflower as she dashed away, but the skies suddenly turned dark. An enormous shadow fell over the ground. Without looking up, she knew the giant demon centipede's mouth was hanging agape over their heads.

"Why am I this unlucky? Does God envy smart people or something? Or is it because I, Tang Ming'er, am simply too smart?" Tang Ming'er thought to herself. It could be said that her disposition was gloomy, and that was putting it lightly.

Tang Ming'er was still pulling Littleflower's hands as she ran. Seeing the open mouth of the giant demon centipede drawing close behind her, she threw Littleflower forward.

"Run!" she shouted.