"Old, old man!"

"Run!"

The old man in the black robe lost his sight after throwing out a light ball, and there was no trace of him in the whole hall.

"How can you let him run away?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Take care of yourself!"

Ye Cheng tore Qiao Yingzhe's clothes open, tied his wound with a cloth strip, and helped him up.

"Hey, you want me to go down the hill?"

"I believe you can!"

Ye Cheng showed a harmless smiling face, lifted Meizi's buttocks, and ran down the mountain unusually.

"Ye, you heartless, heartless and heartless bastard!" Qiao Yingzhe's curse swayed on the hill....