"Brother, are you worried about the Evil God?"
Yi Qingyan blinked her eyes.
"Don't worry, I will protect you."
Cen Dongsheng patted her hair and smiled.
"Me too."
The brother and sister left the narrow alley, the winter sun illuminating their faces and leaving the shadows behind.
*
Five minutes later.
The young man lying on the ground stopped murmuring, his vacant pupils regaining focus.
Zhao Chengxu halted his trembling and suddenly opened his eyes,
as if awakening from a nightmare, his back covered in cold sweat, soaking the area beneath him.
"What... what's happened to me...?"
Zhao Chengxu was both shocked and angry. He knew he had been ambushed, but found no trace of the assailant, nor did he understand their motive.
Who could it be?!
The assailant had the capability to strike before he could even react, easily putting him into a coma and could have taken his life just as effortlessly, so why let him go?
