The wilderness of the African continent was boundless and desolate, with no signs of human habitation.
At night, the moonlight shone down.
"They're coming." Wang Ye ended his cultivation and walked out.
Song Shirui, who was cultivating, stopped and looked at him with her golden hammer in hand. "Who?"
"The people who want to kill me." Wang Ye's voice was very calm.
It was as if he was talking about something unimportant.
Song Shirui was instantly like an enraged tigress, her almond-shaped eyes widening. "Whoever wants to kill you will have to go through me first!"
"Yes." Wang Ye's heart warmed as he looked at Ruirui. "Thank you."
"Why say thank you between us?" Song Shirui glared at Wang Ye and looked around. "Who wants to kill you? Is it that bitch Fire Phoenix?!"
Wang Ye couldn't help but laugh. "You're quick to put two and two together this time."
