(The recent autumn heat is torturing the author with a cold, everyone should also pay more attention to your health, and add more clothes in the morning and evening to keep warm.)
"Yang Jia, they..."
Ouyang Lian pursed her lips, staring intently at Ling Mo, who was swinging his sword down, and whispered.
"Shh, don't make noise. Although they don't seem to plan to start with us right now, it's still better not to provoke them. I think they're not easy to deal with."
Yang Jia quickly pulled Ouyang Lian closer to his side and said to her.
"But..."
Ouyang Lian's gaze moved from Ling Mo to Xia Na, then turned around on Ye Lian and Li Yalin who were standing not too far away, and finally returned to Ling Mo.
"He seems very powerful..."
"Huh? What?" Yang Jia didn't catch Ouyang Lian's sigh and quickly asked.
Ouyang Lian shook her head and said softly, "It's nothing."
"Okay, be good, don't be afraid. It will be fine once they leave," Yang Jia said, reassuring her.
