Seven years ago, at the foot of Xuyun Peak. Fireflies flickered in front of his eyes, gradually blurring into a cloud of mist. A young man in black, carrying a long knife on his back, ran through the rugged mountains.…
Fang Zhiyuan had never seen Lin Fuqing cry, nor had he ever thought about what Lin Fuqing would look like with tears in his eyes. He had never even considered it. This senior brother of his was like the gentle…
The moon was bright in the sky. This night was destined to be a sleepless night. A snow-white sword flew above the streets of Liuhua Continent. Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan sat side by side on the sword, the former…
Unexpected things sometimes happen in this world. For example, Mu Hong had just finished exerting pressure, but in the blink of an eye, Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan were given the opportunity to target Mu Qingxue and Fang Chiqi respectively.…
At the same time, Lin Fuqing was also looking at Mu Hong. The Mu Hong in front of him looked a little younger than he was a hundred years later, less sinister and gloomy, and more aloof. Although he said…
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