The youth with heterochromic eyes sat propped in a wheelchair, which Sword Heart pushed forward, gradually drawing near.
Ten meters, nine meters...
Suddenly, the scene that unfolded made Xia Feng's scalp explode; his already wildly beating life vein nearly burst out of his throat.
No, how could it be that he's coming back from here?
Freya was also greatly startled, her sexy red lips parting further under intense stimulation, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
...
Xia Feng turned his head to look at Lord Yeli Dong through the glass window, feeling his life vein in his chest tighten like silver threads entwining, causing the countless nerves in his brain to completely snap, like the first chord of a violin stretched and humming.
Freya was also somewhat confused, still unready for thought, just watching the heterochromic youth approach under the propulsion of the wheelchair.
Five meters, four meters...
