When hundreds of immortal families toasted to celebrate, no one knew: An Li, the "big devil" who was reviled by thousands of people, died without a complete body, and his crime was engraved in the annals of history. But the leader of the Song Li Sect who had personally suppressed him spent a thousand years waiting for a book of "My Love and Me" that would never be filled.
Until the boy in the famine village opened his eyes, hanging on his waist was the "Yuan Lan" that should have been broken into powder. The wrist was pressed down three inches, the purple rope hung from the hair, and the sword technique was exactly the same... Song Lin's fingertips trembled slightly, and he blew out the lamp: "Sleep in separate beds?" "I don't allow it."
Intention: When all the immortal families toasted to celebrate, no one knew: An Li, the "big devil" who was reviled by thousands of people, died without a complete body, and his crime was engraved in the annals of history. But the leader of the Song Li Sect who had personally suppressed him spent a thousand years waiting for a book of "My Love and Me" that would never be filled.
