The crisp slap sound also made Xiao Yi startled.
He was holding someone in one hand and healing her with the other, so he hadn't reacted.
However, this slap had no murderous intent, more like Lu Lingxue doing it subconsciously.
Of course, at this moment, Lu Lingxue had quickly stood up and retreated a few steps, her face full of vigilance, more filled with disgust and coldness.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, dispelling the flames at his fingertips, his face, already cold, turning indifferent.
And around, everyone else's faces, originally cold with disgust, suddenly turned into extreme anger.
Lu Long's eyes were blood-red, veins faintly visible, "Xiao Yi, do you have anything more to say?"
"Is there anything left to say?" Lu Yao coldly stared at Xiao Yi, "The facts are right in front of us."
Lu Long nodded, but his blood-red eyes still fixed on Xiao Yi.
"It seems, I have overestimated you in the past."
