At this moment, Chi Yi felt a gaze as sharp as a knife shooting straight at her, causing her to quiver involuntarily.
She turned around and saw Yingying.
Chi zuxu was standing behind her not far away!
His narrow and sharp black eyes were like icicles, staring at her intensely. The bottom of his eyes was as cold as a Cold Lake, without any warmth.
His thin lips formed a cold and thin line, and his well-defined facial features looked even more stern and stern. His tall figure stood there like an eagle in the night, cold, proud, domineering, and imposing. The air pressure around him was so low that it was as if it was Midwinter, so cold that people could not help but shiver.
Chi Yi turned around and looked at him, who was ten meters away from her, in a daze.
The emotions in his eyes were constantly changing. From the initial pain to forbearance, then to calmness, and finally to indifference, or even coldness and indifference.
