The man stood quietly in front of the collapsed century-old towering tree, and his slender hands kept waving forward.

As the man's actions were taken, there were invisible forces that kept hitting forward.

With the loud "bang bang" sound, the hundred-year-old towering trees in front of the man fell down one by one again.

I don't know how long this thing lasts until the man, who was originally covered in gloomy and bloodthirsty, suddenly shaking his body and then fell to the ground...

Just as the man fell to the ground, a tall and thin black figure rushed towards the man in red like a ghost.

"Han, what's wrong with you!?Han!?"

Looking at Ye Mohan lying on the ground, Feng Wuhen, who had just received the news, was full of worry on his deep face.

The beautiful brows were even tightly twisted.

Compared to Feng Wuhen, who was full of worry, the man who was originally bloodthirsty finally woke up slowly.

Slowly opening his eyes, the man's originally blood-red pupils had returned to their original color.

However, although the man's anger disappeared, his body was completely empty.

Now, looking at Feng Wuhen who appeared in front of him at some point, Ye Mohan's face was slightly stunned at first, his red lips slightly opened, and he exclaimed softly.

"Wuhen, why are you here!?"

Feng Wuhen just frowned and said truthfully about Ye Mohan's words.

"Just just now, Uncle Zong saw you suddenly rush out of the study room, with a weird look, and then rushed towards this side. He knew something was wrong and immediately sent someone to tell me."
Chapter completed!