"Niruo." Le Yin took out a rope to tie up his red hair, and waved to Niruo as if greeting a friend: "Afternoon... good!"
At the moment the last word was spoken, his soft and boneless right hand suddenly pulled, Le Yin bent down, his figure like an enigmatic wraith, shifted over ten meters on flat ground, the light and shadows twisted and hid all traces, leaving the students who were secretly observing the two teachers dizzy and confused—it wasn't that Qin Le Yin was rushing towards Niruo, but rather that the world on Niruo's side was being pulled over by Qin Le Yin!
Blood-Drinking Eight Rice Streams·Ghost Step!
