C685 Waiting

The sun had already risen, dyeing the East River red. The billowing waves made it seem like a fairyland.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at everything before him, stretched a little, looked at the time, and started to frown.

According to the time, Sister Huangfu and that Ghost Hand should have returned, but the sky was already bright, why wasn't they back yet?

Just as Zhang Xiaojian was pondering