Fan Yi's figure suddenly came to a halt.
The next second, he dumped the limp Yi Long onto the ground.
Fan Yi's narrow eyes, sharp like a hawk, stared at Yi Long.
"I warn you, don't try to find out Brother Fei's identity,"
"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"
A thick murderous aura, as if tangible, spread out from Fan Yi.
Yi Long was also an old hand in the Mortal World, he had seen blood and killed people.
But he had never seen such a terrifying murderous aura.
Yi Long couldn't imagine how many lives this guy had taken to emanate such a formidable aura of killing intent?
His whole body felt cold, knowing he had violated Brother Fei's taboo.
Yi Long nodded silently and said, "I understand, I'm sorry."
Fan Yi coldly stared at Yi Long for another three seconds.
Finally, he hoisted Yi Long onto his shoulder and strode away.
In the Lanting Hotel, Lin Xueyi's room.
Yang Fei handed Zhang Lifang the entirety of Kong Erhu's phone.
