What Kind of Demonic Art is This?

When Xue Cong heard this, he was shocked. "You are…"

"Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng immediately reported his name.

When Xue Cong heard this name, he immediately turned around and ran.

Before he could run two steps, he was pulled back by Ye Feng.

"Why are you running? Do you have a guilty conscience?"

Ye Feng had a mocking smile on his face.

"What guilty conscience? I don't understand what you're saying."

Xue Cong avoided his gaze and denied it.

"You don't understand, or you don't want to understand? Do you need me to remind you?"

Ye Feng stared at him.

"I really don't know anything. You've got the wrong person, haven't you?"

Xue Cong revealed an innocent expression.

He himself looked quite righteous. If he had not received accurate information in advance, it was very likely that he would have been bewitched by him.

Ye Feng was unmoved. He snorted coldly. "Did someone come to look for you today?"