As the cold voice sounded, the air around him instantly seemed to freeze, quiet and eerie.

Only the golden-leafed maple tree next to the vermilion pavilion that was almost as high as the pavilion was moving lightly with the wind, making a slight "rustle" sound, which sounded like the sound of two rough palms rubbing slowly, and one or two golden leaves fell mischievously, crossing a slender and bright figure under the tree.

On closer inspection, someone was circling back and forth between me and Yin'er like the dark eyes of Gutan.

It took me a long time before I suddenly reacted to break the awkward atmosphere, so I smiled at the figure, "Uh... Lo and behold,......

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