"No matter whether it is with ordinary psychologists or with you all, the fear of 'Li Changzhou' is the same," Master Will's face grew even paler.
"Don't lose hope, it's just that we haven't found a way to restrain it," Master Withered Tree said, wiping his sweat,
"If I could reach his heart, maybe I could solve him before the black fog turns into a black hand," Nine-day Flying Snake Master was somewhat unyielding.
"It's okay if we can't solve it," the tall woman in a black hat consoled, "The world inherently has incurable diseases, including mental illnesses."
The mind was in disarray.
For masters of their psychological caliber to speak like this, it meant that their [Heart Wall] had been shaken.
"Let's back out," Yan Hanxiang said to the contemplative Zhuang Jing.
Her [Fragrance Bottle] was not simply about drowning the target with a sea of flowers; the most lethal aspect was the scent, invisible and even colorless, of various kinds.