A flash of coldness crossed Ye Hishen's eyes as his mind quickly searched his memory.,When his hand was about to touch Ye Hixian, Ye Hixian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. A flash of killing intent passed through her cold and sharp beautiful eyes.,Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。