"Indeed, Heavenly Destiny is with me. Had you come a bit later, you might have been fully prepared, allowing the Blood Spirit Child to reach Great Achievement. Sadly, just short by a moment,"
Zhou Ping'an looked up at the sky.
For some reason, he always felt that his luck was outrageously good, as if he had become the favored son of the heavens.
Although killing was part of his life, every encounter unfolded seemlessly.
Especially at the critical juncture of a heated battle, he was always a bit faster, seizing the initiative.
'Could it be that Little Jiu'er is thinking of me again?'
Whether Little Jiu'er was thinking about him or not, Zhou Ping'an didn't know, but he knew the situation before him meant that Cui Guangling was at his strongest moment, yet he had also exposed his vulnerability.
The blood-colored array that enveloped the Governor's Mansion appeared before him as a grid of black and white.
Within the grid, there were numerous red, yellow, and white dots.
