Ye Feng, in a frenzy of fear, grasped the sound of Ye Feng with his palm. His small eyes were filled with terror and panic. Sharp, piercing sounds continuously escaped his mouth. The eyebrows of the two girls in front of him also showed some sadness.
The girls didn't always have any resistance to this white and ragged thing. Now, seeing Ye Fengsheng's voice bind it up so painfully, naturally, they were somewhat worried.
Watching each other, Qiu Yun finally spoke: "Ye Fengsheng, stop joking."
He forgot how easy it was for the white fox to smash three people so easily. All he knew was that these little things were the fearful, timid Ye Fengsheng at this moment.
Jinnie said nothing, but her beautiful eyes were just as rhythmic as the autumn.
He didn't dare to ask Ye Fengsheng, but he could only express his emotions after the fall rhyme.
