C2286 A Ghost.

"Trust me, there is no problem with me here." Lee Qiye laughed shamelessly and finished the thousand-year-old wine in Southcastle in a few mouthfuls.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, "Damn it, you sound like you are the one who killed Douqi."

Lee Qiye reached out his hand and wrapped his arm around Ye Feng's neck. His eyes curved into a crescent moon, "So what if we are different? Hahaha