"You woman, get out of this Miss's way!" A beautiful woman around 21 years old shouted sharply to Shenlian YingYue.
"Didn't you hear what our Miss said?" Three men behind the woman stared at Mu AnWen.
Mu AnWen narrowed his gloomy eyes. His spiritual power, mixed with poison, circled his slender fingers.
{We don't know who our enemies are here. Some people will take advantage of us and sneak behind our backs.} Shenlian YingYue held Mu AnWen's wrist and shook her head. She transmitted her voice through the spiritual sense to him.
Mu AnWen nodded. His hands circled her waist. If not for her, he won't let this woman and these men stay alive.
The poison that he got from the immortal Congzhu could kill even a Core Formation master with his foundation strength.
"Count yourself lucky to know the situation." The woman scoffed.
Everyone was about to pretend not to see anything. This drama happens every time.
