"Okay, it's okay, it's going well, right?" Yan Murong hugged Teng Xiangling who threw himself into his arms and comforted, "It's okay now, let's go," "Well," Teng Xiangling nodded obediently. "I'm sorry, I think you can't leave anymore," No. 1's voice came again. When Yan Murong turned around, he found that he was already standing next to his companion. What's so bad is that he still had a gun in his hand--a small palm thunder,