"I'm not planning to be the Holy Mother; as long as I can stay in the top three, that's all I need."
"You're currently at zero points, the very last place, and you still want to get into the top three?" Lin Xuexue sneered.
Tong Nanxi seemed completely unconcerned. "There are still four days left until the Holy War ends. Anything can happen."
"What do you plan to do?"
"How about we join forces? Let's slice up that rat from squad 9908!"
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The second-floor restaurant of the Qing Sheng Square.
Sally had an especially good appetite today, dish after dish was served, and they were already on the third table.
Frans looked at her, somewhat skeptical of the hotel's food, "Is it really that tasty?"
Sally nodded, "Delicious. Try that plate of spicy stir-fried shrimp; it's divine!"
Frans hesitated for a moment before picking up a red shrimp as long as his palm... with just one small bite, his tongue felt like it was on fire.