Chương 1857: The Horror of Clearing His Traces

The man bellowed at her. He stepped closer, reached out his hand, and snatched it away from her.

Ye Qianqian's hands were painfully knocked off the bag. When she looked up, the man reached for her at the same time and pushed her forward with his hands stretched out.

In that instant, Ye Qianqian clearly saw a cold, white light flash by. Ye Qianqian's body fell backward as the cold white light flashed across the place where she had just stood and missed her.　

The half of the man's face that was showing looked a little ferocious and threatening. He clutched the little white bag in his hand tightly and came up to Ye Qianqian without a word.

Ye Qianqian's face turned as pale as a sheet as she screamed, "Ah! Help!" The man retreated back in a hurried and clumsy manner.

"Who is it?" someone yelled out loud in the distance.