Chapter 467 Lin City's Great Migration_1

"Your name is Chen Bieli?"

Tang Ye sheathed his blade, and as it left her flesh, a spray of vibrant, beautiful blood erupted from her shoulder. The color of the blood was the same as the plumage of the birds circling above Qinshan Base.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

What a bizarre name; no parents would name their child "farewell." It portends disaster, it couldn't possibly be a good name.

"I'll spare your life this time, now scram!"

After uttering those words, Tang Ye gestured to his followers, then picked up Chen Chaoyang who was lying on the ground and stormed out.

As Chen Chaoyang watched him leave, the innate gentleness in his eyes seemed to fade slightly.

"Is that you? Little Mister..."

That silhouette seemed all too familiar. The wristband on his wrist might've been slightly charred, but Chen Bieli recognized it as her owns's—the one she had personally given to him, the one he was still wearing.