Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu’s expression changed slightly.

  Eh?

  What was this?

  It seemed like the person that he was pointing to was himself?

  It really is me?

  Sh*t.

  In this entire process, that ominous person had clearly not even given Ye Qingyu a glance. He did not even take notice of me, why would he suddenly want me to remain behind? Could it be that it was because I’m pretending to be unafraid of death, and brought Mister Liu to the cloud ..