The atmosphere in the royal tomb manor became weirder and weirder.
The little Anglo was like a pair of eyes of a demon that were hidden in the darkness, staring at everyone all the time.
As long as one was stared at by the demon, one's body would be out of control.
As soon as Jenny left Li Yi's bedroom, Hu Yan knocked on the door and came in.
Guilt was written all over her face.
"I have tried my best to save her, but her movement is too fast."
Li Yi was confused by the girl's sudden words.
But after slightly thought for a while, he immediately understood.
The "she" mentioned by Hu Yan referred to the dead Yang.
"It's not your fault! You did your best!" Li comforted her, "it's because our enemy is too cunning!"
Hu Yan couldn't let it go, "But I always feel as if I had killed the Yang by myself. It seems that there is always a sound wandering in my mind, and I don't know what to say..."
Li Yi was silent for a few seconds, "You are under too much pressure. You need to relax."