"Allow me to introduce myself. My in-game ID is Fu Te Li Er, which is also my name in real life. May I ask your name?" the mixed-race man asked with a very polite bow.
The convoy consisted of roughly a dozen people, but nearly twenty horses and two carriages. The mounted riders were divided into two groups, guarding the carriages from the front and rear.
Although Fang the Cripple moved slowly, he never dragged his feet when getting things done. He immediately went to the back to pack his clothes and valuables, then left on his crutch.
As he gradually set his worries aside, strolling through nature became indescribably pleasant. Yet the hippogriff that had long refused to leave still occasionally appeared high overhead. Its occasional cries scattered countless birds and beasts, leaving Shi Jingtian deeply uncomfortable.
Mu Xiantian, who appeared to be fishing but was actually resting with his eyes closed, glanced at the Divine Healer. He had no idea what the man had been researching these past few days. His white hair stuck out in every direction and probably had not been combed in days. Although his face was still ruddy, dark circles ringed his eyes, and he looked rather listless. He must have stayed up late quite often.
The entrance to Five Finger Prison was not very far above the bottom. Lin Chen and Hua Shuirou had not been falling long before they reached it.
Suddenly, Zhen Shifeng's gaze fell on another piece of evidence the police officer was holding. It was a bank card spattered with a little blood, no different from the bank card he had received.
Warmth stirred in Ye Yinfeng's heart. This fellow was someone who had treated him fairly well since Li Xiaoyao, but Ling Tianyun's next words made him stumble