Yellow Hair's eyes flickered around, "This is really a case of trying to avoid conflict at the Dragon King Temple. Miss Ji doesn't recognize me, but I know Miss Ji very well..."
This person speaks slickly, clearly not a good person at first glance.
"Tie him up, and investigate his background thoroughly."
The man in black stepped forward, ready to seize Yellow Hair. Yellow Hair was kicked so hard in the ribs by that freak they nearly broke, leaving him entirely powerless, only able to lie on the ground obediently.
At this moment, Dong Xieyou suddenly put his hand to his lips and blew a sharp whistle that pierced the dark night.
He dared to come alone, so how could he be unprepared?
"Brother Han, we are surrounded." Yuesheng barged in, walking in menacingly.
Pei Qinghan remained as calm as ever, giving Yun Ya a sidelong glance. Yun Ya sneered, "Overestimating oneself."
