Watching everyone leave, Feng Xi felt helpless once again.
"Nephew Ye Chen, thank you so much this time, it's me, sigh! I'm ashamed to say!" Ma Feng sighed.
Ye Chen said nothing, but Jiuluo shouted, "Learned your lesson, right? Lust, lust! A blade hanging over your head. Didn't know, before the chaotic times, you played 27 days a month, earning 4,000 and spending 3,000 on tickets! You'll die by it one day."
After being scolded by everyone, Ma Feng lowered his head in silence, not speaking anymore.
He really felt embarrassed to speak, especially since he was saved by a junior.
Fortunately, Ma Feng wasn't bad at heart and knew gratitude.
"Which direction are we heading?" the King asked.
Everyone suddenly realized they were busy walking and hadn't paid attention to their direction.
A pair of red eyes suddenly opened in the dark night.
A dense spread of them.
"Go!"
A flame shot upwards, filling the sky with sparks.
The surroundings came into view.
