"Indeed, I do not know what a prophet is capable of."

At the door, Feng Xing said loudly.

He didn't look like there was any wave on his face, but the murderous aura that surged when he walked in was not fake.

I just saw that he put the shortbread in his hand on the dining table, then raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Yu, who was sitting next to Qing Xuan, and said in a voice without emotion: "I'm in a hurry, you can eat on the way." ”

"Huh?" Lingyu heard this,

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