"Could it be said that the prophet is related to Xiaofeng?"

"How is that possible?"

"I should be just an ant to you."

Hua Hua Hua————

Not long after, the door of the house opened through a gap, and in the shadow behind the gap stood a dangerous silhouette. Its murderous eyes were like a ferocious beast hiding in the darkness, carefully looking at the visitor.

But soon, the door of the room opened, and the sun shone in, revealing Miss Song's delicate appearance and face that was still awake.

"Xiao Feng, you're here." Mrs. Song was very happy, but also felt guilty. She closed the door behind her back, yawned and walked out, "Fortunately, you woke me up. I always like to sleep in lately."

She took Bai Feng's hand and walked outside.

And in the room behind her

It's a blood cloak, a blood mask, and a blood-stained knife with a slightly chipped blade.
Chapter completed!