"Who!" All of a sudden, the people inside were shocked.

Huang Zixuan turned back and ran to the bottom of the stairs. Then she clapped her chest and called for danger.

"what's wrong with you, Zixuan The voice of Jiang Wuyi suddenly sounded behind her. She was a little puzzled. The black man was gone. How could Huang Zixuan not return for a long time?

"it's OK. I'm just running fast. I'm a little asthmatic. I'm asthmatic. Haha." Huang Zixuan quickly smiled.

Jiang's martial arts are a little strange. How can a monk easily breathe like this? But she didn't think much, and asked, "what about the black man?"

"he......"...