Lesley had no time to care about Wang Teng's cheekiness. He felt that Wang Teng was a threat to him.
This feeling hadn't appeared in a long time.
He was a little excited as he licked his lips and revealed his fangs.
He had never felt this excited ever since he defeated countless vampire dark apparitions and gained the honor of being called a talent.
"Memories!"
Lesley clutched the blood-red bone blades in his hand. His hands were trembling slightly. He wasn't frightened; he was just too excited.
"I have this feeling that I'm being targeted by a pervert." Wang Teng glanced at Lesley's gaze and muttered to himself.
Xie Xueya couldn't help but glare at Wang Teng from the corner of her eyes. Why are you complaining? You're a pervert too.
"Feng Shan, let's attack together. That vampire seems offended, thanks to someone," she said to the martial warrior beside her.