C404 Face of Happiness 3

"Qingyu!"

The aged voice called out again, but Feng Qingyu did not know the direction of the voice. It was only because she knew that even in the vast darkness, Feng Qingyu was unable to find a way out.

The black sword that was flying horizontally turned into a ruthless aura and dissipated in the air. Nian Bing took the chance to dodge and grabbed Feng Qingyu's hand