Walking to the rear mountain, since there were few people here anyway, and the rear mountain had been destroyed, he could just use this land to continue building a little back garden or something.
With no worries on his mind, Tang Rao faced Leng Pengfei without any courtesy in his approach.
Today, the wind and sand were particularly strong, and the flowers on the rear mountain were withering in the wind, with a few leaves already missing.
Leng Pengfei's flowing long hair was messily draped over his shoulders, his eyes directly meeting Tang Rao's, showing not the slightest submission to Tang Rao's overwhelming aura.
The yellow sand obscured the entire sky, and Tang Rao calculated with a pinch of fingers, this omen wasn't very good.
"I really want your head, so you should treat me a bit nicer."
Leng Pengfei raised an orchid finger, flicked his hands, swayed his body from side to side, and teetered over to Tang Rao.
