Xuan Ying looked over.
In an instant, he saw a beautiful figure.
His glazed eyes suddenly shrank.
“Stop the car!”
Xuan Ying moved his thin lips and two deep and magnetic words spilled out.
The driver in front quickly stopped the jeep.
The car stopped.
What happened?
The crowd began to stir. Everyone whispered, “Why did the silver-masked King Stop the Jeep? What Happened?”
“Look, the silver-masked king got out of the Jeep!”
Xia Ling glanced at him in the crowd. The back door opened and a tall and straight figure walked out.
Xuan Ying got out of the Jeep.
Xia Ling looked at him. The silver mask on the right side of his face had been taken off. The scar on the right side of his face had returned to normal. It was Si Kongheng who had performed the surgery and restored his original appearance.
