Finally, seeing it again...
Mu Fan's gaze grew colder as the blood-red hefty figure charged forward like a mountain-pushing pillar.
As he saw Zheng carrying Ying Lin about to dash into the range of the golden beam, a cold gleam flared in Mu Fan's eyes, and he instantly twisted and vanished like smoke.
Zheng, while sprinting, suddenly felt a pang of unease as if someone was watching him.
But soon, this feeling disappeared.
He turned his head to look around.
"What's wrong?" Ying Lin's face was unnaturally pale; the outside temperature was too piercing, and she felt frozen stiff, speaking with great difficulty.
"I was overthinking." Zheng buried his head and ran wildly.
This commotion finally drew the attention of someone within the golden beam, who stepped out, raising a grim gun barrel aimed at the distance.
"This place is occupied!"
The man wore a black triangular kerchief, and the robust twin-barreled scattergun in his hand emitted an aura of hostility.
