"Jiang Manyun, you dare to disobey the real person. Just wait, there will be a time when you cry."
The middle-aged man gave a gloomy smile, left a vicious threat, and followed his master away.
"Huh."
Jiang Manyun watched the two walk away, her tense nerves relaxed, as if all her strength had been drained. Her body softened, and she almost fainted.
"Be careful."
Lin Jinzhou quickly supported her. Thinking about her words just now, his hand trembled, almost dropping her back to the ground.
"Manyun."
"Sister Manyun."
Lin Qingluo and Chu Lian approached from left to right, taking over from Lin Jinzhou to hold Jiang Manyun.
Lin Qingluo's eyes flashed with Xuan Yi's sinister look before leaving, showing vigilance.
Chu Lian looked at Jiang Manyun with a face full of admiration, her eyes full of shining stars: "Sister Manyun, you're so amazing. You dared to fight against the Half-immortal Ancestor, I admire you so much."
"Third Master, please forgive Manyun's impoliteness."
