At this moment, Mu Fan was like a leopard about to pounce, an all-encompassing killing intent completely shrouding the other party.
The small mustache on the left hand hanging by his side finally clenched unnaturally.
At this moment, he felt the terrifying and intense aura emanating from the young man beside him.
[Is this the real you…]
A thought flashed through his mind, and the small mustache looked directly at Mu Fan, "I mean no harm."
This time, the voice was firm and solemn.
Mu Fan's killing intent finally receded. He looked at the other party indifferently, "What exactly are you here for?"
His adoptive parents were merely scavengers, on the edge of the desolate wilderness where people died every day, no one would pay attention to such details.
The few people who knew the truth grew up with Mu Fan, and gradually disappeared from his sight.
Either starved or died from illness.
