The stunned Lin fell to the ground, and Yun Ji jumped out of the door.

On a summer night, the scented stars trembled so breathtakingly.

"That's how you want to escape."

Zhuo Xi stared at the unconscious Lin at his feet, and looked at the guard's head whose lips and throat were already burned.

His dark eyes were bottomless, and the moon behind him, released by the clouds, glowed white.

There is an extraordinary sharpness and wisdom in his body, but there is a kind of suspicion in his eyes that this wisdom is mixed with evil or mystery.

Strange and fascinating.

Yun Ji, who was held in his arm, couldn't move, and he didn't know when Zhuo Xi had come to the door, it seemed that in an instant, he had collected his technique and came to the top of this ladder, and he caught himself in an instant.

Yun Ji only felt that his hands were the shackles of his whole body. His eyes locked his thoughts.

The last second, desperately, wanted to leave. This second, urgently, wanted to stay.