Hearing Ma Xiaotong's voice, Zhang Feng's eyes instantly became serious. He grabbed Ma Xiaotong's hand and said:
"What's wrong?"
"Have you found that scum?"
The only one who could make Ma Xiaotong so nervous and anxious was probably none other than the Evil Cultivator with a cross tattoo on his hand.
However, Ma Xiaotong shook her head at Zhang Feng and said:
"No."
"No?"
Zhang Feng was stunned: "Then what's going on?"
In Zhang Feng's puzzled gaze,
Ma Xiaotong raised her hand and brought her pale wrist in front of Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng took a glance, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"This is..."
He quickly reached out and grabbed Ma Xiaotong's wrist.
A wrist that should have been all pale white now seemed to have a kind of light pink spot.
Moreover!
The feeling of her arm under his grip, the muscle and skin tissue wasn't as tight as before; it even felt a bit saggy!
Ma Xiaotong nodded at Zhang Feng and said in a panicked voice:
