But the hand that held the wolf's hair, although pale, did not have any folds or spots like the old man's hand, so pale and slender that one would even think that he was a young man of the right age.

There was a moment of suspicion that he was a young man, but the next moment, she denied the absurd conjecture.

Because Ye Liyu felt the death of the old man in his body, although he was strange about the delicate skin on his hands, he would not mistake him for a young man at all.

What's more, Yan Qian has become the current pavilion master of the Blood Fallen Pavilion, and he has been famous for a hundred years.

Just when the night was leaving and thinking that there would be nothing to be gained tonight, the door of the pavilion master's hall was gently slammed.

When the sound of the door slamming sounded for the first time, Yan Tian put down the wolf in his hand, but his heavy eyes still did not leave the case.

It was only when the second voice sounded that he spoke, "Come in." ”

There was a deep hoarseness in his voice, like an old lock in disrepair, rubbing against the key with rust.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Ye Li stayed in the silver hall, clearly seeing the appearance of the person coming.

The visitor was dressed in a white shirt and wore an ordinary grimace mask on his face, and from the outside, he was no different from the one in the White Clothes Pavilion.

The only difference is probably that the temperament of the people in the White Pavilion is noble, and this person's temperament is almost so light that it can be ignored, it is easy for others to ignore him, if he sees his existence with his own eyes, Xu will not know that he is standing there.

The person who came walked calmly in front of the banquet and bowed.

"Pavilion Master. ”

Although the action was respectful, there was no respect in the tone.

Yan Tian bowed his head lightly, got up from the couch, and walked in front of the visitor, with a little closeness in his tone.

"Xiao Qi, when do you plan to become the Holy Son? If the time is set, I will arrange it. ”

Yan Tian's voice was still a little harsh and hoarse, but the content of these words made Ye Liyou a little surprised.

She was sure that the masked man in the white robe was not chosen this time, any of the other four.

But the hand that held the wolf's hair, although pale, did not have any folds or spots like the old man's hand, so pale and slender that one would even think that he was a young man of the right age.

There was a moment of suspicion that he was a young man, but the next moment, she denied the absurd conjecture.

Because Ye Liyu felt the death of the old man in his body, although he was strange about the delicate skin on his hands, he would not mistake him for a young man at all.

What's more, Yan Qian has become the current pavilion master of the Blood Fallen Pavilion, and he has been famous for a hundred years.

Just when the night was leaving and thinking that there would be nothing to be gained tonight, the door of the pavilion master's hall was gently slammed.

When the sound of the door slamming sounded for the first time, Yan Tian put down the wolf in his hand, but his heavy eyes still did not leave the case.

It was only when the second voice sounded that he spoke, "Come in." ”

There was a deep hoarseness in his voice, like an old lock in disrepair, rubbing against the key with rust.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Ye Li stayed in the silver hall, clearly seeing the appearance of the person coming.

The visitor was dressed in a white shirt and wore an ordinary grimace mask on his face, and from the outside, he was no different from the one in the White Clothes Pavilion.

The only difference is probably that the temperament of the people in the White Pavilion is noble, and this person's temperament is almost so light that it can be ignored, it is easy for others to ignore him, if he sees his existence with his own eyes, Xu will not know that he is standing there.

The person who came walked calmly in front of the banquet and bowed.

"Pavilion Master. ”

Although the action was respectful, there was no respect in the tone.

Yan Tian bowed his head lightly, got up from the couch, and walked in front of the visitor, with a little closeness in his tone.

"Xiao Qi, when do you plan to become the Holy Son? If the time is set, I will arrange it. ”

Yan Tian's voice was still a little harsh and hoarse, but the content of these words made Ye Liyou a little surprised.

She was sure that the masked man in the white robe was not chosen this time, any of the other four.

But the hand that held the wolf's hair, although pale, did not have any folds or spots like the old man's hand, so pale and slender that one would even think that he was a young man of the right age.

There was a moment of suspicion that he was a young man, but the next moment, she denied the absurd conjecture.

Because Ye Liyu felt the death of the old man in his body, although he was strange about the delicate skin on his hands, he would not mistake him for a young man at all.

What's more, Yan Qian has become the current pavilion master of the Blood Fallen Pavilion, and he has been famous for a hundred years.

Just when the night was leaving and thinking that there would be nothing to be gained tonight, the door of the pavilion master's hall was gently slammed.

When the sound of the door slamming sounded for the first time, Yan Tian put down the wolf in his hand, but his heavy eyes still did not leave the case.

It was only when the second voice sounded that he spoke, "Come in." ”

There was a deep hoarseness in his voice, like an old lock in disrepair, rubbing against the key with rust.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Ye Li stayed in the silver hall, clearly seeing the appearance of the person coming.

The visitor was dressed in a white shirt and wore an ordinary grimace mask on his face, and from the outside, he was no different from the one in the White Clothes Pavilion.

The only difference is probably that the temperament of the people in the White Pavilion is noble, and this person's temperament is almost so light that it can be ignored, it is easy for others to ignore him, if he sees his existence with his own eyes, Xu will not know that he is standing there.

The person who came walked calmly in front of the banquet and bowed.

"Pavilion Master. ”

Although the action was respectful, there was no respect in the tone.

Yan Tian bowed his head lightly, got up from the couch, and walked in front of the visitor, with a little closeness in his tone.

"Xiao Qi, when do you plan to become the Holy Son? If the time is set, I will arrange it. ”

Yan Tian's voice was still a little harsh and hoarse, but the content of these words made Ye Liyou a little surprised.

She was sure that the masked man in the white robe was not chosen this time, any of the other four.

The person who came walked calmly in front of the banquet and bowed.

"Pavilion Master. ”

Although the action was respectful, there was no respect in the tone.

Yan Tian bowed his head lightly, got up from the couch, and walked in front of the visitor, with a little closeness in his tone.

"Xiao Qi, when do you plan to become the Holy Son? If the time is set, I will arrange it. ”

Yan Tian's voice was still a little harsh and hoarse, but the content of these words made Ye Liyou a little surprised.

She was sure that the masked man in the white robe was not chosen this time, any of the other four.