Li Ruogu looked at the empty waist, where are there any traces of storage bags?

Someone must have stolen their group's 'stars' while the fog was shining! Ye Qingzong turned the Vientiane pen in his hand, splashed ink in the air, and wrote down a string of complex talismans.

"Broken!"

With a long shout, the fog that lingered around him instantly dissipated in front of him, and the original greenery of the forest reappeared, but there was no trace of anyone else except the three of them.

"Escaped?" Li Ruogu glared fiercely at the situation around her, and walked under her hands, which made her both humiliated and angry.

Ye Qingzong's slender fingertips tapped, and the Vientiane pen was in his hand......

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