Lan Ji's originally melodious voice turned hoarse, painfully screaming, making the two siblings of the Du Family tremble in their hearts, feeling somewhat moved.
This Lan Ji is indeed so kind-hearted and honest, making one have to admire her.
"You're indeed not bad." Ye Qingfeng nodded, completely agreeing with Lan Ji's view, "Just a bit foolish, that's all."
Lan Ji looked at Ye Qingfeng, her eyes slightly trembling, already filled with immense sorrow.
She couldn't have imagined, at this moment, Ye Qingfeng could still be so calm. Is this person really a demon? Heart of stone, not a shred of compassion.
Ye Qingfeng stood in place, his face handsome, dressed in a white shirt, the hem stained with blood spots, resembling dotted red plum blossoms.
His figure was tall, longsword in hand, like a young man wandering the Jianghu.
But Lan Ji knows, this person is nothing less than a demon.
