Today is a rare night with bright moon and clear wind.
Shao Siming was lying on a hillside in the moonlight very romantically, sipping wine in small sips, preparing to get drunk until dawn.
A breeze blew, and a few petals swayed in the wind, carrying a faint fragrance, and stopped on the tip of Young Siming's nose.
Shao Siming sniffed and opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, he saw a scene involving Fengyue.
However, after a while, it turned out to be a bloody killing scene.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, there have been so many dramas about love and hate throughout the ages, but why did the heroine escape? Hey, that purple-clothed divine monarch just now was actually a woman!
Shao Siming touched his head, he must be drunk.