The young man in red sympathetically touched Mu Qinglan's chin, but the expression on his face was clearly deceitful.
They were furious. I really want to kill the young man in red right now.
But for now, he was nearly forty feet away from the young man in red. Without the ability to control the sky, he couldn't fly away.
Moreover, the power of the red-clothed youth was unfathomable. Even if he could rush towards him in an instant, he was uncertain whether he would be killed.
Mu Qinglan stood beside the young man in red. If he angered the young man in red, his situation would be more dangerous, and his luck would worsen.
Thinking of this, Ao Cangsheng had no choice but to hold his temper for a while.
In fact, he didn't really want to find out the identity of the young man in red.
But just now, that young man in red had inflicted a lot of damage on him.
