"Outstanding?"
Hearing this word, the old man also stopped his rolling movement on the ground.
He slowly climbed up from the ground, and a captivating light burst forth from his turbid eyes, the change in his bearing making it hard to believe. He approached step by step, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside the young girl.
Their eyes met, barely two feet apart.
"Back off, you wretch, stay away from my young miss..."
Thud!
Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open with a confused look on her face, as if unaware of what had happened.
This scared Yan Yurou pale, after all, she was just an ordinary girl, and such a sudden event didn't let anyone react, the surrounding crowd equally puzzled, seemingly uncertain why they had gathered here.
Then they completely ignored Uncle Zhao, who lay on the ground, and the two standing there, and just walked away, as if everyone on the street couldn't see them.
And then something even more eerie happened.
