"Pa--" accompanied by a sound that stunned the people around and woke Feng Cang up. The voice, the intonation, and the slender hand - it must be Murong Qiqi!
"Qingqing?" Feng Cang didn't know what words to use to describe his current mood. Shocked? Flabbergasted? Happy? Surprised? Overjoyed...
"Qing your sister!"
As Murong Qiqi was unable to control her hands and feet, she angrily kicked the white-robed man in the chest more fiercely, causing him to fall straight to the ground.
"Bastard! I'll kill you!" Looking at the silly smile curling at the corner of the silver-faced man's mouth, gold silk danced in Murong Qiqi's hands, directly targeting Feng Cang's throat.
"My lord!" Nalan Xin called out to the stunned Feng Cang.
"Miss! Please show mercy!"
On the other side, Su Mei, Su Yue, and Fang Tong arrived too. Anxious, Su Yue threw a dart at the golden silk, breaking its trajectory.
