Two figures shot out of the smoke and dust like lightning, one pursuing, the other fleeing!
...
The night was like a grand stage, with the rustling wind as the drumbeat rhythm.
Feng Ying'Er showed anxiety on her face, touched the rim of the streetlamp with her toes, and twisted her body.
Looking back, that figure rushed forward like a raging fire, with murderous intent pouring forth.
"How did you find me?"
She was puzzled.
Ever since entering this black clubhouse, she hadn't stepped out the front gate or even stayed within the second gate.
Night after night of revelry, absorbing vital energy to repair her soul; how was she exposed?
No time to think further, Feng Ying'Er twisted and threw a red bellyband to cover her eyes, followed by a deep purple whip shadow tearing through the bellyband in midair, disappearing in an instant.
Along the way, all obstacles shattered like paper.
Finally!
It narrowly brushed past Meng Chuan's waist gap.
