C1922 Accept a Princess as His Disciple(1)

Lu Zifeng patted her on the back and comforted her. "What's wrong with you? You still have a gun? Put it away. Be careful of the fire."

"There's... someone." Michiko's voice was still trembling.

Actually, it was needless to say. Lu Zifeng could also feel a strange aura. It was a cold air that seemed to be non-existent. If he did not carefully feel it, he would not be able to feel it