He was wearing a helmet because he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the light in his eyes was almost dull, and he couldn't help but make a giggle from his throat.

Fang Zhu just looked at this person silently and slowly walked out from behind the dragon hunter. He passed by the former, and the commander seemed to have never heard of it, just sat on the ground dumbly.

Fang Zhu did not look at the other person much, and continued to walk forward. Through a messy street, there was a burning and pungent atmosphere in the air. He watched the corpses on the street evaporated into white light and rose into the air from a distance. He watched the white light for a long time until it disappeared, which was very different from the resurrection of the Dragon Worshipers in his impression.

But after putting down his suspicion of the Crow Claw Temple, Fang Yu turned around and saw Silvede appearing at the door of the hotel. At that moment, his eyes seemed to soften suddenly. Looking at the latter, he stopped and stood there as if he had just taken off his burden.

Then she walked through the crowd and came to him lightly, looking at the other person with light blue eyes, with a soft and reassuring look on her face, she smiled slightly, and reached out and gently held his hand.

Even with a layer of glove fabric, the square pluck could feel the coldness and weakness of the hand.

"What do they do to you?" he asked.

Silvede's eyes were filled with smiles.

"What do you think?"

Not far away, Alisa was looking at their commander with a little funny look, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she looked like she was scratching her head.

And the Paparals upstairs are cursing at this moment:

"That guy didn't come to ask how we were doing."

He turned around and said, "Jita, how are you doing, little Jita?"
Chapter completed!