Yang Jian thought that Cun Xin had already lost his soul.
Until the Yaochi treasure mirror reflected strange movements in the abyss of the West Sea, he was ordered to investigate.
However, he bumped into a woman who looked exactly like Cun Xin in a busy city, leading two three-year-old children.
The boy's brows were as cold as his, but the girl's eyes were curved with a heartfelt smile.
Yang Jian pointed the three-pointed and two-edged knife directly at the woman's throat: "Who the devil dares to transform into an old friend!"
The woman protected the child and sneered: "The God of Justice is so majestic!"
The little girl in her arms suddenly raised her head and said with a milky voice: "Mother, this fierce uncle smells like lotus..."
Yang Jianru was struck by lightning - that was the unique clear lotus and cold fragrance of his True Lord Temple!
Reader comments
Tears streaming down my face, hoping for a perfect ending.
It looks good, I hope the author can stick to it and finish it
Tears streaming down my face, hoping for a perfect ending.
It looks good, I hope the author can stick to it and finish it