Qin Chen thought for a moment.
In the end, he still got up and walked over.
He approached the door and knocked: "Xinkui."
There was no sound from inside.
"Xinkui."
Qin Chen called out again.
Still, there was no response.
Qin Chen furrowed his brow and then pushed the door open.
Inside, there was no one.
Han Xinkui was not here at all!
And most importantly,
Han Xinkui's room was very messy!
The quilt had fallen to the floor.
There were obvious signs of a struggle, even traces of blood.
Qin Chen's expression changed immediately!
Han Xinkui might be in trouble!
"Damn it, I was too deep into my cultivation, and Little Fairy was coincidentally using soul origin to practice as well, neither of us was on guard."
Qin Chen's face turned grim.
He searched Han Xinkui's room.
But found nothing useful.
He frowned heavily.
"Why did they take Han Xinkui? What's their purpose?"
He's pondering.
It must be said.
There are many possibilities.
