Not long after Luo Yirui left, the slaughter in that room quickly ended, and the last victor was a male. He raised his head, his eyes wide open, full of confusion.
After the confusion, a violent emotion swept in. He opened his mouth, stained with blood and torn flesh, even though there were no sharp teeth, it looked extraordinarily ferocious. He let out a low growl, turned, and rushed fiercely towards the wall, finally crashing in with a splattered brain.
No survivors remained in this room.
When Luo Xudong found out, he secretly rejoiced at his earlier decision.
Such a scene, he could watch without a ripple, but not Luo Yirui.
Luo Yirui regained his composure; perhaps his mental state was different now, his speed noticeably increased. The Little Fatty behind him saw Luo Yirui's quick recovery and almost suspected he had just pretended to be like that, then sought Brother Pang's comfort.
He is like a beam of white moonlight in others' hearts!
