The Demonic King Chases His Wife

When Zi Yan heard this, although she agreed, she still a little worried.

Beichen Ying and the others were also waiting, waiting for the imminent danger.

“Rustle, rustle.”

A slight noise was heard.

“It’s coming” Su Luo looked solemn, and reminded them in a low voice.

Everyone nodded warily.

After another stick of an incense time, the rustling sound came closer.

“What a strange voice. It’s sounds creepy.” Zi Yan rubbed the skin on her arm.

“If you’re not mistaken, because it’s a group… not one or two.” Su Luo stopped, and said to Zi Yan, “Don’t rush forward blindly. When that moment come, we can use space gravity technique to make it fast and simple.”