"Uncle, is the disappearance of people at the border caused by this thing?"
Ye Qingfeng asked.
Ye Miao nodded slightly, pointing towards Qiu Ying: "Previously, Xiaoying was captured by it into a snow cave, which was full of human remains, at least dozens of them. It's undoubtedly the culprit."
Ye Qingfeng followed Ye Miao's finger, his gaze landing on Qiu Ying.
Qiu Ying's delicate body trembled slightly, a mix of nerves and a bit of hope within her heart, wishing Ye Qingfeng would say a few words to her.
But Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, just skimming over her lightly, quickly passing by, leaving her in extreme annoyance.
"In his eyes, am I really this worthless?"
She felt indignant, deeply frustrated. Thinking of Ye Qingfeng's tenderness towards Ouyang Liluo made her feel a deep regret, like the Yangtze River bursting, uncontrollable.
All of this was originally hers!
"Bang!"
