"Why do you play the flute? She hasn't provoked you, has she?

"If you can't get used to me, just shoot at me."

At the thought of the flowerpot falling from the sky, Xia Ran's eyes were red with anger as he fought in the open.

Now, she has no relatives, no friends, only Mu Chudi.

She can't put Muchudi in any danger.

The man stretched out his hand along the lion's fur. His movements were slow and orderly, giving a very comfortable feeling.

However, when he looks up, the feeling will be shattered and become a heavy sense of oppression.

The man's mouth hooked and his eyes were not...