Countless face balloons drifted out from the paradise, the laughter of children echoing through the night, as if the long-silent park had reopened for business tonight.
The painter at the front stopped walking, as the paradise tonight seemed completely different from the last time he had entered.
The wound on his arm started to bleed, and the painter looked back at Han Fei. The change in the paradise began when Han Fei entered.
Words from number four flashed through his mind, the paradise was once built for him alone.
"The paradise has a new master..."
All the buildings surrounding the paradise seemed increasingly twisted, making the entire area feel like a child's dream where buildings might vanish at any moment, and any peculiar thing could appear the next second.
Black fire burned in the eyes of the three Hatred, and the painter didn't think the paradise could resist in this situation.
