He said this with a face devoid of expression.
In the sunlight, at the position of his left shoulder, a black metal mask resembling a shoulder guard clung to the silver magnetic buckle. The mask's surface depicted a hideous evil spirit pattern with protruding fangs and blood-red pupils.
Faintly, there seemed to be the character for the number nine.
"Heh heh heh..."
Opposite him, Bai Xiao stepped over Luo Liang's corpse, revealing a malignant smile on his face. His piercing gaze fixed on Feng Jun, blood faintly visible in his pupils, like a ravenous wolf under the night sky, vicious yet focused.
An aura of dire murder surrounded him, cold, hard, and rugged.
Like a fierce wind ravaging freely across a desert and Gobi.
"Are you ordering me?"
Bai Xiao looked at this Feng Jun who had appeared out of nowhere, feeling a nearly boiling desire to brutally beat him. Luo Liang was his spoils of war, and whether he lived or died should be decided or dealt with by Bai Xiao alone!
