Yan Ziyu looked at Fanyin, and there was a hint of wetness in the corners of her eyes.

People who are prone to tears must be merciful in their hearts.

Originally, the whole forest trees and rattans were intertwined with each other, as if covered with layers of large nets, and it was also very similar to the dark green seabed, and not a trace of sunlight could penetrate it.

At this moment,

The sun poured down on the city, the imprint of time was decaying layer by layer behind him, everything was so calm, the bursts of pine waves, the melodious birdsong, the gurgling stream under the deep valley, and the half-human and half-demon Yan Ziyu in front of him.

He showed pointed ears, long nails, animal-like fluff on the back of his hands, crystalline sky-blue eyes, lips like bewitching cherry blossoms, and purple smoke around his body.

Sanskrit is not as afraid as a swordsman,

I have been to many places of the bridge, seen many places of clouds, drank many places of wine, I think the south of the Yangtze River, the north of the snow color is the most beautiful, now, in front of Yan Ziyu is the third kind of stunning color.

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