Huangfu Pingqing

"Do you know the rest of them?" Han Sen did not answer, but asked.

"No." Wang Mengmeng shook her head after looking carefully.

"How tight are you and Huangfu Pingqing?" Han Sen asked again.

"We have known each other since we were little and our families have business collaborations," Wang Mengmeng thought and replied.

"Then we’d better stay here, so that they would not assume that we wanted to steal the creatures," Han Sen narrowed his eyes and said.

Wang Mengmeng instantly understood what he meant and stayed quiet. Obviously, Han Sen believed that the group was able to cope with the group of black-feathered beasts. If the two of them rushed over, the group might misunderstand their intention.

After a while, a young man of the group summoned a pair of white wings, flew up and started a killing spree.

"He is great!" Wang Mengmeng was slightly surprised to see the young man moving.

"Your friend is better," Han Sen smiled and said.