Yue Jianli is dead.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the entrance of Lingyu Palace.
The queue was long, Zou Nianqing stepped on her shoes from behind, and Jiang Yumo stood on the high platform, wearing white clothes and dark hair, without even looking at her.
Yue Jianli rubbed her eyes. You can't make the wrong choice this time.
Master, offense or defense, you can teach me one more time, okay?
Purpose: I am a new author, so I would like to thank you for your understanding.