C748 The Black-robed Man

Soong Ningyu pushed Gong Zilin's hand away and ran towards Chunsu with a cold gaze. The silver needle on her fingertip was like a drizzle as it was swung towards the man. Gong Zilin glanced at the worn-out house and squinted his eyes. With a flick of his finger, a fire piston fell into the old house filled with dead wood