The wind in the mountains kept waving in the vast space, hitting the faces of the two little by little along the trajectory.

The tangled strands of black and pink hair hit his cheeks with the breeze, as pleasant as being scratched by a kitten.

A small head leaned gently on the broad shoulders, and a smile was raised on the delicate face, enjoying the beauty of this time.

Cao Ning looked at the two swallows, and said with a hint of laziness in his tone:

"I used Uncle Yuan's ability to absorb all the memories of the sixty-six villains."

Xia He heard this

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