Looking at the aboriginal's face turn worse and worse, the killing intent turning sharper and sharper, Lily kept moving backwards, her eyes planted firmly on him . Unavoidable, undeniable; those words were probably talking about this moment .
It was as if the aboriginal had sensed something and looked unusually angry, amidst his roars, his fist suddenly rushed towards Lily . Lily looked at the swipe that was as fast as lightning, aimed at her head . This aboriginal didn't want to catch her, and didn't want to turn her into a breeding machine either; he wanted to kill her . She reflexively rolled to the side . Even if she couldn't hide, she still had to try .