Seems to feel something, Ye Dun's mind rippled down.

Almost at the same instant, a cold black wind swept past him. In front of him, Qiu Qianyu stood there, with a cold breath all over his body and a slight protrusion of his palm. He said, "Things, get them!"

This voice, mixed with irresistible meaning, makes many people's eyes are staring, one after another looking this way.

"Leaf dust." Su Ruoying's voice was quiet and his face was beautiful. There was a slight panic on his face. What Qiu Qianyu said in his mouth was not a spiritual evil pearl. Did he find Ye Dun and his identity?

"It's up...