Fei Yuge's lips curled up, and her eyes dimmed. She could not help but laugh at herself. "I hope things are as you said. Alright, pack your luggage."
After hearing Fei Yuge's words, Lan'er had no choice but to let go of Fei Yuge's hand and go to pack her luggage.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. The dark sky seemed to be covered with a thick layer of black ink. Neither the moon nor the stars could shine at all.
On a dim path in Dafu Village, a figure wearing a blue-purple cloak sped up and rushed forward.
This person had been watched and heard all the way out of Dafu Village and into the small forest at the entrance of the village.
The moment he entered the forest, the figure seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. With a muffled groan, her legs went soft, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably. She was covered in cold sweat. "I'm already here. Don't let that damn thing torture me anymore!"
