"By the way, my father will ask you some questions later. Don't be afraid."
Yang pinfeng wanted to hold the little girl's hand, but just as he grabbed it ...
Pa da ...
The back of his hand seemed to have been hit by something, and yang pinfeng quickly retracted his hand.
It instantly turned red.
"What's going on ...? What's that?" Yang pinfeng was in so much pain that he almost cried.
"Young master, you can't talk nonsense. This is still the territory of the hall of salvation." The two nannies hurriedly coaxed him. No demons or monsters dared to come over. Just to ... I wouldn't bully a child like you."
When the yin spirit injured people, it could cripple them at the very least, or even kill them in the most severe cases. Who's going to give you a slap?
He looked like he was up to something.
Yang pinfeng said with an aggrieved expression.
Jiang huailu stole a glance at Lu Jiang.
