Shouts echoed loudly.
Thunder rolled across the skies.
Right now, Hua Xiaotian is clearly racing against time.
The longer the delay, the greater the danger.
While Qin Fan has not yet unleashed a mad slaughter, he can only seize every second to let a glimmer of hope rise.
Every desperate scream.
Amazes heaven and moves ghosts.
Yet receives no response.
Falling snow quickly covered him.
But there was no sign of movement from the Imperial Kitchen at all.
The Imperial Kitchen, already closed, showed no trace of light.
But intuition told Hua Xiaotian that the master of the Imperial Kitchen was still there, definitely there!
"The Guardian Institute Director is here to request an audience!"
The hysterical voice gradually became hoarse.
Yet Hua Xiaotian did not give up.
At the end of the Imperial Kitchen in the attic.
Ru Yi hurried up.
