They were dressed in black, with their faces covered, revealing only a pair of eyes, like wolves or tigers, their killing intent tangible. When they stepped on the ground, a wave of dense footsteps was heard.
A solemn and deadly aura seemed to permeate the entire night.
"Scared?" Qin Jiang looked at them, his face expressionless as he asked.
"Scared..." Zhao Yuefei showed no fear on her face but claimed she was very scared, subconsciously gripping Qin Jiang's hand.
She wasn't scared at all, but she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to satisfy herself.
Qin Jiang's palm was wide and warm, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.
She suddenly began to enjoy this moment.
Was this... the only time she could enjoy his tenderness?
There was an inevitable sadness in her heart.
"If you're scared, hide behind me," Qin Jiang said indifferently.
His gaze fell upon a young man standing at the peak.
The young man had his hands clasped behind his back.
