Massacre (1)

The two walked on the street one after the other. The bustling crowd suddenly disappeared. Rong Ruo paused her footsteps. She looked at the figure standing at one end of the street.

"Little Ruo?" Fei Yan's mind was all on Rong Ruo's body. He hadn't noticed the previous situation. Suddenly, he saw Rong Ruo stopped and he couldn't help being curious.

Rong Ruo turned around without giving Fei Yan any chance to speak. She grabbed Fei Yan's hand.

Fei Yan's face was flushed completely. A moment of joy just rose from his heart. Suddenly he found that Rong Ruo's expression was very dignified. He pulled her toward the direction that he came from.

"Don't talk, just go." Rong Ruo deliberately lowered her voice and sounded in Fei Yan's ears.

No matter how ignorant Fei Yan was, he realized the abnormality of the matter. He quickly turned his head and looked at the street behind him.