Night was deep.Shen Xingyue's face was buried in Xiao Zonghan's front, as if wiping tears, rubbing, and her hands tightened..."Young Marshal!"At that moment, an untimely male voice rang out: "The mist...a very dangerous signal!"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in you." Her eyes darkened.But tonight, Feng Liye, no matter what she said, didn't seem to intend to get angry.Finally, Chu Qingge gave up!"W...