Wang Yao saw the black figure turning toward him. Although he could only see half of a face shrouded in a black robe, for Wang Yao, this person was recognizable even if he turned to ash.
"Ah!" Wang Yao sighed softly, his heart filled with too much bitterness these days.
"You used to be quite the figure, how could you end up in such a sorry state?" Shi Feng said, looking at Wang Yao.
You still have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you, would I be in this condition now?
Of course, these were words Wang Yao dared not utter in front of this Killing Star. All his helplessness and bitterness had to be swallowed into his belly.
"Young Master Feng, thank you," said Wang Yao to Shi Feng, followed by an involuntary sigh. "Ah." Even if Shi Feng had saved him this time, how could he possibly escape the murderous pursuit of the Lord of Western Wasteland City?
