At that moment, Jiang Xiaobai felt surrounded by the presence of death.
His whole body was trembling as if he fell into an icy cavern.
Cold, bone-chilling cold!
Everyone around was quietly eating their meals, not daring to let out a fart.
Only Ao Cheng, the type who enjoys watching drama and doesn't shy away from trouble, was chuckling and watching Jiang Xiaobai.
Smack!
Ao Yan raised her hand and slapped him on his forehead.
"Something funny?"
Ao Yan asked with a smile.
Ao Cheng immediately wilted, hugging his head and keeping quiet. The others wanted to laugh but didn't dare. They suppressed their laughter so much that they almost suffocated.
"Cough cough, Yan'er, you misunderstood, this is what happened..."
Jiang Xiaobai quickly explained to Ao Yan what had happened at the ancient tribal auction house.
After hearing it, Ao Yan just nodded indifferently and didn't say anything more.
The chilling feeling then dissipated.