"Damn, Mo Shangjun?!"
At that moment, Du Wuwei noticed that Jun Shen's voice and expression were filled with horror.
It was a fear that emanated from within, manifesting deep from his soul.
Just seeing Jun Shen's expression made Du Wuwei's scalp tingle; he hadn't thought much of it initially, but he couldn't help but shiver.
Meanwhile, hearing the voice, Mo Shangjun turned her head to look in the direction of Jun Shen and Du Wuwei.
The firelight danced in the wind, the shadows on her flickering. Despite being about ten meters away, her expression was crystal clear.
She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing at her lips, and waved the grilled fish in her hand lightly and cheerfully greeted Jun Shen, "Hey, Little Fairy."
Before she spoke, Jun Shen could still deceive himself into thinking he'd seen a ghost.
