When Ma Li heard the voice, he turned around.
As expected, Bai Zheng was looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.
Ma Li: ...
The weasel is so pissed!
He feels like his hair is standing on end from anger! How can Fengyi be such a good pretender!
He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly realized he had no idea what to say.
Bai Zheng didn't like him to begin with. If it weren't for the fact that he was the only one who knew the whereabouts of the Winged Tiger Tribe, he feared that he would have ended up like his tribesmen.
Thinking of this, Ma Li's eyes darkened.
As long as Bai Zheng still needs him, he will not be abandoned.
Fengyin sneered at Ma Li and said in a grievance tone, "Young Master, it seems Priest Ma Li has some misunderstanding about me, I want to clear things up with him."
