When Feng Xiu heard this, his eyes widened instantly, looking at Uncle Long in shock and confusion. Um… he heard that right, right? What Uncle Long meant just now was that they weren’t the people of the God Lord of Mist?
“Uncle Long.” Feng Xiu was not sure. After calling Uncle Long, he stared at Uncle Long intently, as if asking for answers was written on his face.
Uncle Long looked at Feng Xiu’s shamelessly inquisitive appearance, smiled happily, and continued to lower his voice: “We are not misty people.”
“Then who are you?” Feng Xiu asked in shock. At this moment, if he still doesn’t know that he was abducted, then he would be too stupid.
At this time, he was very eager to know, who was he kidnapped by? What is the purpose of the other party? Will it cause harm to my family?
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