"I really like your agility,"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a bone-chilling aura emanate from the doorway.
Yang Jian instantly felt like a thorn was in his back!
Crack crack, he twisted his neck with some stiffness.
And there stood Lu Hualiang, coldly eyeing from the entrance.
His piercing, frosty aura seemed to scream out from those eternally icy eyes, his murderous intent enveloping everything.
Yang Jian shivered with fear and immediately straightened up, "Master... Master."
Lu Hualiang's face was icy cold, "The shark feeder at the Pacific uninhabited island is sick, you're going to fill in for him."
Yang Li turned his head, covering his face, unable to bear watching.
Poor guy, last time he was back from Africa for less than an hour before he went to Antarctica, this time it's even worse.
From Antarctica back for less than half an hour and now off to feed sharks.
