C882 A Counterattack in the Face of a Desperate Situation

A quarter of an hour ago, outside the main hall.

Leng Yuyue was holding onto Leng Yi's hand, and her mind was in a mess as she quickened her footsteps, as if she didn't want to hear or see what would happen next.

Only Leng Yi was dragging her along, causing her to not be able to increase her pace.

She couldn't do anything about it, so she could only undo the restriction on Leng Yi