Conflicting emotions were constantly battling in Han Hong's heart.
He seemed to have thought of something.
But it was always shielded by a layer of film, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through it.
Soon.
Ao Kan and Gang Qian's voices rang out together, the external injuries they had suffered had visibly healed completely: "Our wounds are completely healed."
"Yes."
Wang Ye smiled contentedly.
Just as Ao Kan and Gang Qian, feeling guilty and moved, wanted to thank Wang Ye, they saw Wang Ye's face turn cold, and he said in a stern voice to Han Hong and Qiu Te:
"You two, set up a formation to trap the three of us inside, don't let those two leave."
"Since they wanted to kill me, I must personally deal with them!"
"You dealing with them? That doesn't quell my anger!"
"I am going to deal with them personally right here!"
Killing intent surged on Wang Ye's body, when he said these words, he was extremely domineering.
Han Hong's face suddenly broke into a smile.
