Darryl got out of the taxi and walked along the beach for a few hundred meters to look for the familiar congee stall.
The sea breeze was chilly at night. He was gloomy after walking for a few minutes.
Damn it! The buildings along the beach were demolished and relocated. The congee stall was nowhere to be found.
Darryl was feeling kind of bumped, he panicked.
Another place he could go scout for congee was Atlantic Street. It was a busy and happening street. He was sure that he could find food over there but the stalls mainly served barbecue and grill. It was not a good choice of food for pregnant ladies.
When he was engrossed in his thought, a cold voice sounded from his behind.
“Darryl?”
Holy sh*t! The beach was deserted so he was shocked to hear someone calling out his name! His body was stiffened after he turned around and looked.
F*ck!
A girl was standing not far away from him. She was a gorgeous lady in her twenties. She donned a mini skirt, exposing her long and sexy legs. She was alluring and attractive, especially the unique aura of a fairy that she was giving away.
She was pretty, exceptionally pretty!
The renowned actresses’ beauty was inferior to hers.
Darryl could not help but check her out stealthily. He said, “I’m Darryl. You are?”
The lady was beautiful but he had no idea who she was.
The lady nodded at his response and exclaimed, “I’ m here to take your life! ”
With a flip of her palm, an icy whip appeared in her hand. It was a one-foot long whip and it looked like an ice sculpture! She raised her hand and the whip landed on Darryl!
“Whoosh!”
How scary was that? It was a powerful stroke that ripped the night sky apart!
One would have been heavily injured if not killed by that stroke.
The lady was Irene, a little fairy from the Fuyao Palace.
Leroy got the Fuyao Palace to kill three people. They were Dex, Darryl and Chester.
There was no need to come in troops to kill those three people. One of the seven little fairies was enough to kill all three of them. Coincidentally, the youngest fairy was cultivating a set of cultivation methods- Three Stanzas of Plum Blossoms. She could use it on the three.
The little fairy found that Darryl was only a Level Four Martial Marquis when she met him. She did not think he was worthy of her exhibiting her best- kept technique. Two strokes were more than enough to send him kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.