Yang Tian and Ying long are in the same shape. Under the moonlight, two black light and shadow suddenly delimited past, like a wisp of blue smoke falling on the balcony of a tall building. Yinglong had just fallen down, and his right hand slipped on his cheek, and he had already changed into a strange face.

Yang Tian understood and learned the action of Yinglong. Although it took a little longer, his changed cheek seemed a little stiff. However, this strange face is definitely several times more handsome than Yinglong's changed one. Yinglong is only stamping his feet.

"Shhh..." Yang Tian makes a silent movement and takes Yinglong's arm...