Han Cui was proactive, and her manners more tender, as she was willing to let Shi Yan do what he wanted.
Looking at her mild bearing, Leng Dan Qing couldn't hold her anger. She snorted and then stepped forward, extending her hand to Shi Yan. Leng Dan Qing frowned while talking to him, "Check it. If you can’t do anything, spit it out soon. Don’t waste my time."
Han Cui laughed naturally. Her black eyebrows convulsed. She seemed to understand her sister's psychology, so she stepped back, not wanting to compete with the younger woman.
Leng Dan Qing didn’t look at Shi Yan, just stretched her hand and then turned her head around, looking at Ba Si Teng.
At this moment, the God Blood Key in Ba Si Teng’s palm disappeared. A thick cocoon covered him completely. It looked like he was confined in a gold prison.
