章 897: God's descent (4)

The man who was standing beside the girl noticed that the two scumbags had touched Fu Shang's Cape.

Cyril's straight brows furrowed slightly.

He took off Fu Shang's cloak and looked into Fu Shang's eyes with a gentle and perfect smile.

"Master, this cloak is dirty."

He snapped his slender fingers.

The cloak in cylaire's hand caught on fire and instantly turned to ashes.

"?!" Fu Shang was shocked.

What did she just see?

Awesome idea, brother!

So, the two people just now were also taken care of by this person?

Fu Shang was speechless.

Oh, my strange knowledge has increased.

It was already late at night and the weather was cold. It was inevitable that it would be a little cold. Anyway, Fu min shivered violently and goosebumps appeared on his arms.

It was frozen.

Cylaire noticed it, and his blue eyes flickered. He tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking about what to do.

He raised his slender finger.

He unbuttoned his coat.