Ye Hishuiapos;s Nigh

Time was of the essence. Ye Hiran suddenly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Then, Ye Hishen found the tools in the haunted house and skillfully pounded the medicinal herbs into a paste to ingest.,Yè Hísǎn found nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。