All the voices suddenly stopped.

The autumn night wind seems to suddenly rise, whirring the hall door rolled in, in the hall a whirring sweep, cold everyone's heart.

In the hall, besides the bloody smell, there is a tense atmosphere, which makes everyone seem to have a feeling of breathlessness.

A big warm hand reached over and held Yang Lanlan's small cold hand tightly.

Yang Lanlan turned his face and saw that Han Zi's eyes were red and angry. When she met her eyes, she instantly turned into a wisp of tenderness and a faint smile on her face.

"Lanlan, I'm sorry, that old man is too pressing, I..." Hanzi's...