Reason?
Yang Ming was naturally extremely wary, but he remained expressionless on the surface, frowning slightly as he looked at the rippling wall.
The space around had a layer of haze, as if some sacred ritual was taking place;
The figure of the twin-tailed girl came from afar, her face was unclear, only the silhouette of her physique, and the gently swaying ponytail.
Her upper garment was somewhat intricate, while her lower half wore a simple short skirt, her slender body gave a sense of frailty.
Ah, indeed she had some resemblance to Qing.
As the girl approached continuously, Yang Ming felt as if he was in a void space, confusion flashed in his eyes.
A few seconds seemed to elongate hundreds of times, the girl reached Yang Ming, pointing a finger towards Yang Ming's forehead.
Yang Ming instinctively dodged back, but as soon as his head moved back, the finger had already touched his brow.
