Early in the morning, the curtains were tightly drawn and the room was dimly lit.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom in the master bedroom.
He only saw Liu Mingshi, who matched Zhao Gao's template and gradually turned cold and unpredictable, close his eyes and sit in front of a wooden chair under the showerhead. Warm water droplets slid down his skin.
From the previous night to the early morning, the scenes of the prototype of the Network kept flashing past his eyes. He could see the fatal weakness of the Six Sword Slaves who only had five people.
The complete Six Sword Slaves were a meticulous group of Six Sword Slaves who each had their own duties. They were Six Sword Slaves who wielded swords. Their division of labor was clear, but they complemented each other.