There was thunder and light rain fell on the shoulders. Liu Yixian and the two ran forward desperately, with a group of people chasing after them. Liu Yixian ran forward with his head down, thinking about whether to reveal his trump card. Suddenly something was wrong, why could I only hear the sound of my own footsteps. Turning around, he saw a cool figure holding a knife, standing there waiting for the pursuers. In a thunderstorm, the pursuers cut off the rear. This scene is so familiar...
Good, good, come out