Chu Bai could clearly see that the monsters nearby were gradually becoming stronger. As he stood at the resurrection point, he saw the scenery outside and finally saw a familiar figure.
Qingqiu Yanmo was fighting hard on the other side, but a monster still grabbed his tender white ankle and threw him away.
Qingqiu Yanmo was thrown into a corner. She was dirty and her face was covered in mud.
Chu Bai saw this and took a step forward, finally resurrecting as well.
"Looks like you're in a sorry state! It's so dirty that it's scary." Chu Bai saw that his collar was already dirty, and he couldn't help but sigh. He could even lay his hands on such a beauty and such a monster. It seemed that he was indeed a monster.
"What are you looking at again?" Clear Autumn Mist subconsciously tightened her grip on her collar. For some reason, Bai Ye's gaze was penetrating.
"I just resurrected and happened to see you. How can you say that to me?"
