Then, he rushed into the ancient nebula formation at all costs.

Chu Yue had tears in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were rising.

The temples are carried in the middle of the sea, and the body is still warm after countless times.

The old people who went downstairs saw this scene through the map of the flames of the country and the mountains, and were all filled with emotion.

Once upon a time, they also ignored life and death behind Emperor Ye Chu like this.

"It's still the little junior sister in my memory." Leng Qingshuang smiled with red eyes, and Qingshe crawled across her cheeks and fell into the wind.

Yan Nanji held her shoulders and looked at Jiangshan Yanguangtu together.

No matter where their junior sister is, there will be a group of people who are willing to follow and fight desperately.

Not for anything else, just for worth it.

She Ye Chuyue—
Chapter completed!