At this moment, there were already people who saw Zhou Yu arrive. That person wanted to say, “Tribe leader...”
Zhou Yu quickly raised his hand and placed his finger on his lips to make a gesture —— shh, don’t speak.
Zhou Yu curled his thin lips and looked expectantly at the movements of Xuan Yingluo. He did not say anything, naturally not wanting to disturb these men’s revelry.
Seeing her being humiliated and trampled on, he felt very happy.
There was no one here to help Xuan Yingluo either. It was obvious that they were all numb. Everyone even gathered around to watch a good show.
Xuan Yingluo felt that someone was taking off her pants. Her pupils contracted slightly as she returned to focus. She quickly covered her mouth and coughed.
Cough Cough.
This cough caused the men to stop moving. It was obvious that everyone cared about their own health. The women here were not clean, and they were easily infected with diseases.
