The widow is a curse

Chapter 212 The Masked "Cheetah"

Xiao Yi shook his head lightly, noticing her gaze, only then did he realize that he was still holding her palm tightly.

Released her like an electric shock, embarrassment rarely flashed across Xiao Yi's face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend!"

The left eyelid twitched slightly, and Bei Gonghan looked around subconsciously.

The professional sensitivity developed over the years told Bei Gonghan that someone was quietly watching them.

Moreover, it has been in this state for a long time.

It seems that since they entered the Tianmai Mountain System, these eyes have been on them.

Xiao Yi noticed the sparkle in her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What?!"

"nothing!"

Bei Gonghan shook her head lightly. Before she was sure, she didn't want to add inexplicable pressure to Xiao Yi. More importantly, she didn't want people in the dark to find out that she had already felt him.

At this time, many people had already walked out of the restaurant, preparing to go up the mountain to participate in this hero meeting.

Bei Gonghan was too lazy to be with them, so he said to Xiao Yi, "Let's go!"

Juxian Village is located on the mountainside of Qitian Peak, the main peak of Tianmai Mountain.

A piece of blue bricks and gray tiles are scattered on the hillside according to the mountain, overlooking the life down the mountain, and it has the momentum of the world's No. [-] village.

Xiao Changchun, the owner of Juxian Villa, was dressed in a gray brocade robe, standing vigorously on the steps of the school grounds of the villa, looking solemnly at the crowd of martial arts practitioners below the steps.

"...It's a blessing for the Central Plains Wulin that everyone can come! Xiao thought that with the strength of our Central Plains Wulin, the barbarians in the Northern Desert would definitely be terrified!"

After a short pause, he took a step back to give up the main seat, and raised his finger to the tall man in black who had been standing behind him.

"This one is Xiao's good friend and one of the organizers of this hero conference. If there is no leader among the dragons, the result will be half the effort. Therefore, I recommend this good friend of mine to be the hostess of the martial arts. Commander!"

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on the man in black.

The man was tall and tall, although it was winter, his muscular figure was only wrapped in a thin black brocade jacket with black leather armor on the outside.

Her long black hair was scattered casually, and she was wearing a black face scarf. She couldn't see her face clearly, except for a pair of slightly crystal-yellow brown eyes.

Just standing there, it looks like a cheetah ready to pounce, full of aura, which is not to be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)