The Evil Is Active Chapter 93

Zhao Yefei looked at his pupils which suddenly shrank to the smallest size, and his slender fingers were deeply embedded in the bed.

After a moment, he loosened his hand, and his pale face was covered with frost.

The figure of that person was reflected in his cold eyes, "You are not."

Pu Huan raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Yefei looked at Pu Huan, the senior whom he should have recognized at first sight, the opponent he had always been chasing, the fellow swordsman.