C190 You're Lying to a Ghost

In the cave, Zhang Hao was sitting across from Zheng Feng. His finger gently touched Zheng Feng's chest, where his clothes had already been stripped off. A red mark the size of a bowl appeared on his delicate face.

"Swish." Zhang Hao, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly retracted his hand. A silver flame shot out and Zheng Feng's twisted face also eased up as the silver flame left his hand