"No," Yun Luofeng dryly answered with a smile.
"Then what are you thinking about, Miss Yun?"
"I am thinking about how my man is so perfect even when he is killing people."
Qi Su was petrified. How could you have the mood to feed dog food to the single dogs present at an urgent time like this?
At the same time, Lang Xinyue's expression turned more serious.
In the sky, faced with the group of reverent-god level's pressure, the man's movements remained very agile and were not forced to stop by any attack.
When did a genius like this appear on the continent? Besides that g*dd*mn woman, Yun Yueqing, there were still other people who could hold their own against so many reverent-god level experts?
"This won't work. If we continue like this, I'm afraid there will be some unknown variable!"
Lang Xinyue's eyes sharpened and she suddenly turned to look at the woman in the crowd, a harsh glint flickering through her eyes.
