C190 Sword-drawn Anxiety

When she heard Lian Qing's roar from outside, she was immediately shocked.

The voice was still rather familiar. She put down the book of fairy tales in her hand, got up, and went outside.

You Ya was already standing at the door. She wore a black tang suit, her long hair flowing down her shoulders. She leisurely watched as Lian Qing flew into a rage.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone fun is coming