Bai Fengyue repeatedly shook his head and suddenly seemed to want to see what beautiful eyes were wide open and cried.
"Did you kill the dead mushroom?" "Huh?" Zhou Yi’s face changed slightly. "What the necromancer mushroom? I don’t know what you’re talking about. " "You don’t have to lie to me" Bai Fengyue cold hum. "The day hublot was killed, it was bergamot, not who you were, and the necromancer was naturally in your hand."…