C181 Jiu Ji Ji Nest

By the time the fighting died down, the sky was already starting to brighten. Jun Ximo stood by the fence outside the manor and watched the three people leave with a cold glint in his eyes.

On the steps in front of the door, Ling Luo was sitting with her hands on her cheeks. Her face was as wrinkled as a bitter gourd.

When Jin Feng'er and the others left, they had indeed left the house clean