“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Izana raised her eyebrows slightly, subtly adjusting her body into a position that made it easier to strike.,Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。