Ye Zhuo looked at this scene, and her eyes were a little sore. Her left hand was clenched into a fist, and her clear face was hidden in the darkness of the night. No one could see her expression clearly.
In her memory, Ye Han was a wanton and unrestrained person.
When had he ever been humiliated like this?
A scholar could be killed, but not humiliated!
“This autumn flute is simply too detestable!”Yi Ling said angrily. “One day, I will let her taste the taste of being humiliated by others!”
“There will be such a day.”Ye Zhuo’s tone was very faint, almost unable to detect the hidden emotions in his voice.
After saying this, ye Zhuo continued: “Go and attract ye Han over there.”
“Alright.”Yi Ling nodded, flying out in the night.
Although ye Han was kneeling in the rain, there were Gu worms in his body, but his sensitivity was still there, not the slightest bit inferior to before.
Almost as soon as Yi Ling flew over, he noticed it.