210 Wiped Out (1)

What kind of child was this? They originally thought her heart was cold as a blade and hard as steel.

However, she could turn around the next second and give some precious fruit to strangers.

This child was someone who was filled with contradictions and mystery.

A soldier took out a pear and ruthlessly bit into it, as though he wanted to shred apart the "look worse than beggars" remark and swallow it.

"This wood shed can hold up for about seven to eight more minutes," Qiao Mu calmly said. "Are you ready?"

Ready…

Everyone's voice was caught in their throat.

Ready to fight a bloody battle until the end! Ready to sacrifice their lives at any second…

Everyone held their breath in waiting. Mystic cultivators were also trying to recover their mystic energy as best as they could.

"Perhaps we'll die here today." Qiao Mu remained calm in the face of such danger. She continued to be the familiar little stoic.

"However, before we die, we must try our best to obliterate these corpses that intend to humiliate us!" The child's words caused everyone's breathing to quicken and the blood in their veins to boil furiously!

"Kill them!" Someone raised their sword and shouted.

Everyone echoed his shout with ardor.

Bang! The top of the shed was finally turned over by the persistent level-three zombie.

The creature leaped down with a howl. Its face was still covered by its hair, but its eyes hidden behind its hair appeared to be looking at the level-three zombie next to Qiao Mu.

With a slash of her ferule, Qiao Mu decisively chopped off the level-three zombie's head.

Everyone: …

Wasn't it a hostage? Was it really fine to kill it so quickly?

"Roarrr!!!" The level-three zombie went mad.

It furiously swung its arms and legs and quickly leveled the shed. A jump into the air and its protruding eyes locked onto Qiao Mu as it pounced at her.

Bang! Qiao Mu waved her ferule and mercilessly slapped it against the zombie's face.

A sharp shriek was released, and the toxic sound caused a body cultivator to spit out a mouthful of blood. He limply fell back and rolled to the exterior, leaving the protective dome.

In a mob, the crows in the sky plunged down, and within seconds, the body cultivator was completely encircled.

When the crows flapped their rotten wings and left, a skeleton emerged from behind the dark cloud.

Soon, the skeleton crumbled into pieces.

"Roar!!!" the level-three zombie angrily roared. In the blink of an eye, the murder of crows spiraling in the air locked onto Qiao Mu as their target.

They flapped their wings and released blood-curdling screeches. They melded into a giant black ball, countless and endless, and swarmed toward Qiao Mu.

"Little Junior Sister!" The senior sisters from the Holy Water Sect left the protection dome and sprang toward the child.

However—

At the last second, a blazing red fire suddenly materialized in the horizon, along with a layer of fiery red clouds, painting the entire sky scarlet.

The child's sluggish heart lightly jolted, and she suddenly realized her little figure was uncontrollably flying toward the sky.

'What do I do? The filthy rich crown prince didn't come, right? Why is he here? He won't publicly smack my "old (poor) face (bum)," right?'

The child was dumbfounded.

A pure light surrounded her.

Before the zombie crows could approach, many were destroyed by this light.

Wasn't this filthy rich crown prince's mystic energy too intense?!

Before she could think further on it, her tiny figure landed in a certain someone's arms.

"Heh." A cool and magnetic voice rang next to her ears.

Our dear Qiao Mu's stoic face involuntarily froze.