"Fuck! Slimy mold?!"
Night Ten clenched the carbine in his hands, nervously looking around, and blurted out a sentence mixed with United Human language and Chinese unconsciously.
At this moment, he finally realized what that strong premonition of crisis was all about.
Jiang Xuezhou frowned.
Although she didn't want to bother with this guy, driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but ask,
"What is 'fuck'?"
Night Ten, with an embarrassed face, didn't know how to explain and coughed before saying,
"It's a mood particle... don't mind it."
Mood particle?
Jiang Xuezhou's frown deepened.
Since a while ago, she had a feeling that the people from the corporation and the Alliance were conspiring something, or at least hiding something from her.
Especially after seeing Night Ten chatting and laughing with Su Ming, her unease grew stronger.
"Mutated slime fungus cannot exist separately from the mother body..."
