"Come over, handsome fellow!"
Luo Ya took out a silk handkerchief and waved it in front of Lin Yuan as she said shyly, "We have water! You can use this handkerchief to wipe your face. Don't be afraid! I'm from the Class 2 Luo family in Phoebe Zhennan City. Tell me what happened to you. I might be able to help!"
Lin Yuan could not help but think of Wang Fuxiang when he heard Luo Ya's syrupy voice.
She sounded so whiny!
Lin Yuan remembered what the five members of the Withered Cliff Thief Death Corps had said, and he felt that Luo Ya did not match their description.
The jaws of Fu Di and the other 300 members of the Withered Cliff Thief Death Corps dropped as they had never heard Luo Ya speak in such a tone before.
Shortly after, Fu Di knitted his brow and looked at Lin Yuan with strong resentment.
Fu Di had burdens weighing on his heart and had quite a lot of courage.
