An Baijiuye is not a good person, not from the beginning.
Different-colored pupils are disgraceful, he thought.
He was not moved after leaving the place where he had lived for more than ten years, because he was really tired. Being immortal was actually not a good thing, because even so, he could not protect the people he cared about...
The belt tied around her eyes turned silver and red, and An Baijiu smiled carelessly. No matter what, just find Anze.