The Astarte of the B

Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.",His expression was still cold, as if he didn't care about a farmer's life at all, only considering the schedule for the two of them.,The amber cat eyes narrowed slightly in the shadow of the backlight, that plain determination... Just like a tiger hunting!。