He stood up suddenly, holding the paper tightly in his palm, without even looking at Sang Luan, raised his foot and prepared to leave.
Sang Luan trotted a few steps, holding up the hem of her clothes, and yelled, "Brother Hengzhi, where are you going? Princess Yi's birthday isn't over yet."
Feng Hengzhi said without turning his head: "Something happened."
The anxiety on Sang Luan's face disappeared completely until Feng Hengzhi disappeared from her sight.
She clapped her hands, looked at Feng Hengzhi's departing back, and snorted coldly, "Let's see how you can go crazy and drag me up to the roof this morning."
Suddenly, a bloody smell rushed into my nose. When I smelled it carefully, I felt a little nauseous.
This place is a certain distance away from the front yard, and one can only vaguely hear the various sounds coming from the front yard.
The sky gradually darkened, and Sang Luan glanced around.
The dim night, the smell of blood, and a tall man with his eyes open after death.
Seeing this scene, Sang Luan felt her scalp tingling and she felt more and more nervous.
She hugged her arms with both hands and rubbed them up and down gently. Without looking at the person on the ground, she trotted away quickly.
After several people left one after another, a green figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Judging from her figure, it can be roughly determined that she is a woman. She is thin, her lips are pale, and her complexion is not good at all.
The woman in green pursed her lips, her eyes flickering.
It's her.
The woman in green lowered her eyes to glance at the person on the ground, and her face turned even paler.
She raised her eyes and looked in the direction where Sang Luan left, looking thoughtful.
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