lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

Fu Yan moved her gaze away without a sound. Fu Jing clenched his fist secretly, his eyes falling on Huo Mingzheng who had come in with her.,From her side, Huo Mingzheng walked past without a trace, subtly twitching the corner of his lips.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.。