But before Xu Li could speak, she was stunned by Duan Feihan's expression.
The man's deep black eyes stared fixedly at the group of trembling people in the office, among whom the troublesome Master Sun for the Unnatural Management Bureau was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, with a look of having survived a great disaster.
And Bai Chuwei, she just stood there...
Duan Feihan: "..."
Bai Chuwei lightly scraped her own jaw with her fingers, and cooed reassuringly, "Hanhan, don't worry, even if a hundred more demonic cultivators like this one come, I could crush them instantly."
Duan Feihan stared at the smiling girl, suddenly feeling the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it.
[Xingye: Uncle, how's Weiwei doing? Ahhhhh——]
Duan Feihan fell silent. How was Bai Chuwei?
She was doing very well, better than anyone.
Even an idiot like Xu Li could tell these two knew each other and were very close. It was clear Duan Feihan wouldn't help her!
