“Master.” Pei Rongrong shouted.
Zuo Si smiled and said, “Huh?”
Pei Rongrong, who had been with him for some time, understood what this meant, but she still wanted to say it.
But a strange neighing sound was heard, coming from the group of spider children who were working obediently.
The screams of the spider children rise and fall, like the chirping of insects. Facing the direction of Qiao Huai and Du Xingzhi.
Qiao Huai was confused, “What happened to them?”
Du Xingzhi: “Ask me, who should I ask?”
“Heh.” Zuo Si glanced at the Spider Boys, “It’s getting more and more interesting. Let me see if there is anything more interesting.”
The nightmare dog floated towards Qiao Huai and the others.
“They’re telling you there’s danger! Run!”
Zuo Si saw a down-and-out mortal scholar stumbling towards him, and felt the strangeness in his body to understand why he could see strange things.
“Run?” Zuo Si sneered, one or two ordinary boys still want to escape his capture? If he really wanted to kill someone, there would be no chance for them to speak.
“Master, they are…”
brush–
The cold front brushed against Zuo Si’s neck.
If Zuo Si hadn’t ducked half a step sideways, his head would have been separated by now.
Between life and death, Pei Rongrong’s words came to his ears with a series of sharp edges.
“His Royal Highness the Son of God’s classmate.”
Zuo Si: “…”
In front of him was a woman with a beautiful face but a dull and inhuman expression. The lower limbs of her sickle swept across her like the wind. If she didn’t pay attention, she would be cut into pieces and smashed into pieces.
“Wow–!”
The child behind him exclaimed.
It didn’t sound like he was scared.
“Aunt Feng is mighty!”