An Mo looked at Xuan Long's expression from a distance and suddenly smiled sheepishly. He scratched the back of his head as if feeling slightly guilty. It seemed he had really arrived too late this time.
Looking at the murderous look in Xuan Long's eyes, he could already tell that the snake beastman was furious beyond words. If looks could kill, An Mo felt that he would have been beaten up first before Teng Clan.
Still, An Mo only flashed a smug grin.
Xuan Long immediately returned him a cold glare.
The meaning was obvious.
You came too late.
An Mo coughed lightly and decided not to provoke him further.
The next second, his figure disappeared.
Teng Siyan was still standing proudly while holding Xiao San in his arms when a chill suddenly ran down his spine. Before he could react, a breeze swept past him.
His hand instantly became empty.
Teng Siyan froze. The little cub who had been in his arms a moment ago had completely disappeared. His eyes widened.
