Xiao Han was not idling either, he was stopped by a person, or more precisely, two people.
Abe Qingming hid behind Xiao Han with a mournful face, staring at a young man with no expression not far away, his face turning completely into that of a bitter melon.
"Xiao Han, save me, this guy has gone mad, he wants to kill me," Abe Qingming said, then pushed Xiao Han forward as if using him as a shield.
"Move aside," the expressionless young man said flatly, his eyes emitting two intense beams of murderous intent.
"Move aside my ass, why would you kill him?" Xiao Han asked annoyedly.
The person was none other than Taishang. Xiao Han had never expected that this man would confront Abe Qingming. And seeing Abe Qingming's appearance, he seemed to be ruthlessly hunted.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding behind him.
"Those not of our race must have different hearts," Taishang said indifferently, his tone firm, with no intention of sparing Abe Qingming.
