"When it turns red, isn't it that being hit by the lamppost will immobilize you, but being illuminated by the light is what controls you?" Xia Pingzhou furrowed his brows, pondering.
The red traffic light roared, sweeping its lamppost, instantly crushing two blue electric mice into a mist of blood.
After several rounds of probes, Xia Pingzhou remained expressionless, reaching out to grasp the long and luxurious chess shadow on the ring road.
He cast his trump card from the bottom of the chest. At the moment the chess shadow shattered, a silvery white lightning flashed in the dim world, surging toward the red traffic light with unstoppable momentum.
The red traffic light's eyes reacted swiftly, flicking its lamppost forward to hit the phantom ahead.
A dazzling red light bloomed from the lampshade, sprawling forward like a tide, almost enveloping the Queen's Statue's body.
