章 402: Sinister Fifteen

"Shen Ying, what are you doing tying us up?" Lonemoon subconsciously wanted to struggle out of the light rays around him, yet in the next moment the white light brightened, and another sharp pain came. That light ray actually tied even tighter. More importantly, he actually couldn't activate his immortal qi at all, as though it was sealed.

"Good prep work you've done." The expression of the person underneath grew even colder, and she said with some irony, "You even know my name. Tell me… how long have you invaded the plane?"

Yi Qing grew even more anxious, as he subconsciously wanted to move over. "Master, what on earth are you…"

"It hurts, it hurts…" Lonemoon explained, as the light rays tightened even more. "Chef, don't anyhow move, okay?"

"Master?" Shen Ying's eyes narrowed. "Is it a bit too late to claim kinship now?"

"Are you serious, Shen Ying?" Disbelief was written all over Lonemoon's face. "Could you really have lost your memory?"