Chapter 142: Whose Dark History is More Socially Fatal?

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Li Mumu once had the chance to go to the Yellowstone Throne, to undergo a trial to become a Throne Knight.

This was not because of her strength, but because of her consistently exemplary conduct, which had won the favor of the Demon Camp.

For the past centuries, Hell had been absorbing outstanding talents such as her.

One could imagine how unscrupulous these demons could be in their mischief.

The choirs of Hell were singing in unison, their blasphemous chants turning into countless flying pieces of paper filling the sky.

In response to them, came saturating firepower from the Special Service Bureau Garrison Soldiers' formation.

Li Mumu was just hiding in the distance, stealing a glance, when a deep malevolence surged into her mind, combing through those fragments in the depths of her memory that she least wanted to recall.

Wetting the bed at three, playing with feces at four, blowing up the toilet with a firecracker at five...