The strange face floating on Zhang Qianye's body was constantly staring at Ye Chen.
Suddenly.
Zhang Qianye stopped and turned to look at Ye Chen, "Why do I feel a chill behind my back? It seems like someone wants to slash me."
Ye Chen: "Celestial Master Zhang, you have something on you that's having a staring contest with me."
Zhang Qianye: "..."
His face changed color.
Although he was prepared to face death, Ye Chen's words still sent a chill down his spine.
"Celestial Master Zhang, don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Chen said.
Zhang Qianye's face darkened a bit, and he nodded.
Who is afraid?!
The face of the Old Celestial Master cannot be disgraced!
"Actually, these things, I'm used to them."
Ye Chen's face suddenly changed.
Because the face on Zhang Qianye's body, which was faintly visible, suddenly grinned, its mouth stretching all the way to the chin, revealing sharp, saw-like teeth, and that face was eerily smiling.
