Ling Xiao felt that Ji Mengmeng was quite nice; at the very least, when you help her, she knows how to thank you.
Unlike some people, when you help them, they accuse you of meddling in their affairs, which is quite annoying.
"Farewell!"
Ling Xiao cupped his hands in salute and turned to leave.
Watching Ling Xiao's figure disappear ahead, Ji Mengmeng said, "Uncle Chen, you see, there are people who think like me. We can't fall behind him."
"Miss, you all continue on the road behind. I'll go ahead to scout the way, so that kid won't get ahead of us."
A guard suddenly stepped forward to say.
This man was a martial artist at the Heavenly Human Realm Ninth Layer. He didn't believe that a young man who looked only seventeen could be stronger than him.
Ling Xiao's earlier words had already revealed their meaning to him, and a murderous intent grew in his heart.
Only in front of Ji Mengmeng, he couldn't take action, thus he held back.
