C143 The Night of the Ink of Sworn Sovereigns

Hearing Zhang Heng's voice, Mo Feiye, who was carrying Mo Ranran, slowly raised his eyes.

Facing Mo Feiye's gaze, Zhang Heng felt that he was in a land of frost and he could not move at all. He had never seen such a Mo Feiye before.

Her ice-cold gaze swept over Zhang Heng who was not far away. Her eyes were as deep as a wolf's as she lowered her head and kissed Mo Ranran's red hair. Lips