After those old men retreated, they were afraid that their Holy Son would be tired, so they quickly sent people to transport supplies from the space, set up tents, and make fires for cooking.
Chang Le was pulled to the seaside by the Holy Son. He did not tie her hands and feet, but just grabbed her hand tightly. The face behind the cloak made Chang Le unable to see clearly.
The breeze blew the black veil on the face of the Holy Son, making it sway. Changle really wanted to turn into the breeze, lift his veil, and see his true face.
"Hey! I think you should let me go. You and I seem to have no grudges!" Changle said coldly.
This man must have very strong martial arts skills, and he is a very powerful figure at the level of a martial emperor.
Judging from his appearance and his voice, he should be a quite mature man.
He was estimated to be around twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, much older than her.
Of course, their mental ages are not very different.
The man looked at Changle with some interest, his eyes lazily and evilly deepened, and he still held her hands tightly with his right hand, refusing to let go of her.
"I didn't expect you to be so brave. If it were anyone else, I would have been scared to tears. What's your name?"
The man raised his eyebrows coldly and looked at Changle with an indifferent expression.
Changle wanted to break free from his grasp, but found that her whole body went weak as soon as she moved her hand, which was useless.
This man seems to be able to confuse people. He is truly a dangerous man.
"Who am I to tell you, you haven't said your name yet." When he asked her what her name was, did she have to answer?
"Feng Youran!" The man said evilly and coldly, and finally let go of Chang Le's hand.
Seeing him let go, Changle found that her hands were all red from being strangled by him. She glared at him coldly and began to think about how to escape.
"You are thinking about how to escape, right? Let me tell you, I have deployed sophisticated manpower around here, you can't escape. If you don't believe it, you can try it!"
Feng Youran said coldly, watching Chang Le's eyes change slightly in front of her, and her beautiful face became more and more cold.
There was blood on her face, an indifferent expression, and her eyes were staring at him with arrogance.
"How about we make a bet to see if I can leave here?" Changle suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Youran with a confident expression.
His surname is Feng, and he is the Holy Son of the Dark Illusion Palace. Could it be that he and Feng Cang are biological siblings?
Feng Cang has always regarded her as her enemy, so her brother is naturally biased towards him, so this man is a first-rate danger.
So she must not tell him her name, she would have to make up a fake one.
"It's okay to bet, but you have to tell me your name first!" Feng Youran reached out and touched her chin, her eyes were very deep.
"My name is Yu'er." Changle remembered his pseudonym Yu Jingtian and decided to make it up as Yu'er.
He didn't want to believe it or not, but if she didn't believe it, she wasn't going to talk anymore.
"Yu'er? That's a good name, but I don't want to bet right now. I want you to stay with me for a while before we talk!" Feng Youran's eyes were deep and evil, and her narrow phoenix eyes were staring coldly at Chang Le.
Because he was wearing a veil, Changle could not see his appearance and expression clearly.
She knew that he would not let her go so quickly, so she was not surprised and touched her chin, with a calm look on her face, "Okay, but first, you have to take off your cloak and let me see your true self."
face!"
Chang Le sneered and said, she thought this man would not take off his cloak.
Some mysterious figures always have taboos of one kind or another. This Feng Youran's true appearance is his taboo.