As soon as the words were spoken, a gleam flashed in the Blood Clan's eyes. Looking towards the northeast, they leaped off the rooftop.
He spread his wings and glided away like a kite.
After Song Yun jumped off the building with Mo Yuyao in his arms, he pushed his speed to the limit, sprinting madly towards the northeast.
The northeast was the city center. At the moment, the night was deep and quiet. The streetlights were dimly lit, there were few pedestrians, only the occasional passing car, and drunken men and women exiting bars.
Song Yun sped through Yong'an District like a gale.
"Brother Liang, it seemed like someone just passed in front of me."
"You must be drunk, there's no one there."
"I really saw it, but it was too fast, just a shadow that disappeared in a flash."
A man and a woman leaned against the wall, speaking in a haze.
"Did you just see someone passing by?"
