F*ck! What kind of person was so vicious as to throw a blaze at his mouth just because he said something not to their liking?
Wei Nanfeng dismissed his mischievous expression and avoided the blaze with a sudden turn. He gathered up a wave of mystic energy in his hand to shoot down the flame.
However—
The blaze was only hit slightly off course by his mystic energy and shot past the side of his collar, scorching a lock of his hair in the process.
Wei Nanfeng's baby face that kept smiling the whole time suddenly changed its expression. Lowering his head to look, half of his indigo sleeve was burnt away by the falling flames. It was totally outrageous!
Wei Nanfeng's baby face totally sobered up. He squinted his eyes coldly and asked, "Who is it?"
Mo Lian simply pulled the little girl's hand and ambled out of the wetland growing profusely with trees. He stopped from a distance and threw a cold glance over at Wei Nanfeng.
