The moon, like a fox's eyes, gazes indifferently at the mortal world.
On the cold and clear street, the chilling night wind rises, blowing a few fallen leaves adrift.
At this moment, everyone seemed a bit dazed, staring blankly at Li Linglang, who had just been filled with murderous intent, now looked around in confusion...
Not only her, but everyone's expression turned strange, with an unusual feeling rising in their hearts.
Just now, on this cold street, in this haunting night, it seemed someone was speaking, yet what was said was forgotten...
Right now, the person seemed to be just in front of them, yet nowhere to be seen.
Nevertheless, everyone was extremely certain...
At this moment, in this place, someone appeared out of nowhere, right before them.
"I knew you weren't dead, come out." Li Linglang clenched her fists, gritting her teeth.
