Helan Yunlian's palm held Leng Qianyue's hand, and the brilliance in her eyes was gentle.

"I'm sorry."

A gentle word, as if it could be carried away by the wind at any time, blew into Leng Qianyue's heart.

At this moment, Helan Yunlian...

"Three Lives Immortal Road for the King" extra: The wind rises, and the blood-stained duckweed in the troubled times (one hundred and ninety-nine) is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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