This voice sounded a little familiar, but Ling Chuxi could not recall who it was at that moment.
After hiding herself, Ling Chuxi quietly raised her head and looked over. On a protruding rock in the air, two masked men in Black stood facing each other. One of them had a slender figure, and his every movement had the elegance of a noble family's son. This figure was very familiar to Ling Chuxi.
"Feng lengsong! What is he doing here in the middle of the night? who is that masked man?" Ling Chuxi immediately recalled who this person was.
Having been blocked by someone else, Ling Chuxi could no longer care about borrowing the book. She held her breath and focused her mind, waiting curiously for the next part.
"Shush ..." The black-robed man in front of Feng lengsong made a shushing gesture and looked around cautiously.
"Don't worry, second uncle. This place is deserted, and we're in the air above the precipice. No one will come here. " Feng lengsong said.
