Huh?
Yan Qing shifted his perspective and found that the two servants were missing. Noticing that he was looking for the servants, An Cuihua whispered, "Master, I just saw that person say a few words to the servants, and then they left."
That middle-aged man?
Yan Qing blinked, and for some reason, he suddenly felt like laughing. He casually picked up a nearby persimmon cake and took a bite.
It was pretty good.
Bang!
A violent explosion sounded not far away, shaking the screen!
Yan Qing raised his view and saw a fireman running on the rooftop.
It was really a fireman, engulfed in flames and burning fiercely, with an incredibly high temperature that distorted the air from afar!
But soon Yan Qing realized he was wrong because there weren't just one but six firemen! They charged from six directions like six bulldozers, aiming at the middle-aged man who had just talked to Yan Qing!
