Self-cultivation

The familiar environment came into view, and Lin Ping also saw it.See you next time, maybe it will be swords, but it's not you.

Disappeared without a sound.

It was night and the sky was full of stars.Yan Mubai danced that mysterious and simple dance under the night sky in a black gauze dress, and the black dress was as dazzling as stars at this time.

When he was attacked by a group of monks, he would kill like a dance, dancing and killing.

It appears and disappears from time to time, and the lethality cannot be seen, so at best it can be regarded as a good concealment.However, in this vast world, no one dared to look down on him like Taoist Yimu.The premise is that he did not hide his identity.

He no longer needs Yan Mu's protection, but the karma between the two of them has not been untied yet.The reason is still chaotic.

The cause and effect that tightly entwine the tree like vines made him feel uneasy.He hasn't decided yet.