The Cyan Cloud Sword hovered beside Mo Lin.
Mo Lin didn't think the people before him happened to show up here by chance.
There must be a reason for these strange people to suddenly appear.
Mo Lin even felt that this group came for him.
He could clearly hear the sound of blood dripping on the ground outside the house.
The man in white looked at Mo Lin and then smiled, his sharp teeth appearing before him.
"My name is Fu Qi," the man in white slowly introduced himself to Mo Lin.
"Mo Lin," Mo Lin replied unhurriedly, stating his own name.
Fu Qi raised his right hand, and the blood rain outside instantly converged from the ground, forming a blood figure.
Soon, the rest of the blood also gathered together to form blood figures.
Fu Qi squinted his eyes, leaving only a thin slit visible.
"I hope we can be friends, not enemies."
As his words fell, Fu Qi turned around and left directly.
With Fu Qi's departure, the blood rain outside stopped.
