Ye Hishuiapos;s Nigh

Time was of the essence. Ye Hiran suddenly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Another burly man, standing by with a torch, watched the scene unfold before him in disbelief. His eyes bulged out like dead fish from surprise.,Yè Hísǎn found nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。