"Hey! Don't listen to him!"
Another voice sounded from the other side behind him.
This was a thin, tall, fair-faced young man in his twenties. He was standing at the entrance of the alley not far away, looking at Wenyer anxiously.
The moon was right above his head. Although it looked big and round, it was covered with a layer of gauze, and the edges were hairy. Even the moonlight seemed to be hairy.
At this moment, a strong cold wind blew towards him, making it impossible for Wenyer to open his eyes and his face was scratched so hard that it hurt.
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