In fact, when inserting the knife, Yan Qing's movements were very serious and gentle, almost like a lover's caress.
But that's fatal.
He has a bright face, and his smile makes him drunk in the world of mortals.
At that time in mid-spring, he held a sprig of peach blossom in his mouth, which shocked the years and made time colorful.
He said, I am Yun Bi; he said, Yun Bi has seen the young general.