"Shh, it's me, don't scream." Han Che, whose ears were almost deafened and who almost suffered a concussion from the fall, got up from the ground in a distressed manner.
"Ah...you...weren't I busy last night? Why are you still here?" Yue Ya'er pointed at him, her face turned from green to white, and then from white to black, seeing that this god of plague was still with her.
