Their target is us? A thought arose in Ling Feng's mind. Suddenly, he remembered when he met Gong Yu on the first day, he had taken out a stalk of Soul Grass. Could it be that their target is the Soul Grass?
If that's the case, how did they know I have Soul Grass? Could it be...
Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but glance at Gong Yu. The only person who should know I have Soul Grass is Gong Yu.
But Gong Yu's face only showed anger, without any other expression.
"Could I have been mistaken?" While Ling Feng was pondering, Xiong Yan couldn't hold back the anger in her heart any longer: "You guys are going too far, do you really think we're lambs to be slaughtered by you?"
"Such a fiery girl!" The man sneered, "What a pity..."
Before he finished speaking, he swung his long sword straight at Xiong Yan's head.
