C1157 A Storm Breeds Eight Hundred and Seventy

"Save me!" Feng Zili said as he looked at Xin Yi!

Xin Yi frowned when he heard this. He didn't expect Feng Zili to ask him for help so straightforwardly, "Although Master told us to let you go, you've been working against us time and time again. Moreover, you've already made a life and death contract with Finance. How can I save you!"

"You have to save me!" Feng Zili looked at Xin Yi resolutely