Who is he?
An Immortal Sheep Believer?
Qingying quickly composed herself, secretly pondering. Among the disciples of all gods and demons, there were not many whose speed could reach such a level.
Combined with the sound of mist being sprayed, a jaw-dropping answer emerged.
This person is a disciple of the Nine-class God·Immortal Sheep!
Cheng Xin?
No, how could it possibly be Senior Cheng?
Judging by the mysterious man's voice, it was clearly a young man's...
Qingying held tightly to her Magic Artifact, the Listening Rain Umbrella with one hand, and wrapped the other around the invisible youth.
"Snap!"
Unexpectedly, an equally invisible ribbon accurately wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand away, preventing her from touching its master.
So domineering.
Its master hugging her waist, that's allowed.
But if she wanted to touch him, no way!
Qingying naturally realized that what stopped her was a Magic Artifact, hidden very well.
