"Hmm." Inside the Forehead Acupoint, Little Fen Yang covered her eyes with her small hands, "Shame~"
"Hmm?" Xiaoyan tilted her head, curiously looking at Little Fen Yang, not knowing what she had seen.
In contrast to Little Fen Yang, Du Yu slightly widened his eyes.
Not far away, Fu Jianzhou sat on the Cyan Wolf's back, silently watching this scene.
By rights, this should have been a moment for teasing and jesting, but Fu Jianzhou could guess why Lin Shiwei suddenly acted like this.
So, he had no intention of making fun.
Light rain drizzled, falling on this dilapidated ruin, drenching the two figures.
Also painting their silhouettes with a touch of tragic beauty.
Fu Jianzhou sighed heavily in his heart.
He only hoped that the fate of these few people, and the outcome of the Twin Tree Realm, wouldn't be as miserable as this ruin.
Beside him, Li Mengnan bit her lips, looking at the two with a complex expression.
