"Why are you the only one here today? Where is the Five-Character Crazy?" The young man was dressed in red, extremely gorgeous, and two steps behind him stood a handsome young man, also in red, but looking much more low-key.
"He's dead." Recalling the nightmare last night, Jian Xue said coldly.
"Xia Mi?! How is that possible???!!!! Is that bastard who dares to steal my limelight?!" The young man was extremely excited.
"It's me." Jian Xue watched coldly as the young man was being held by the person behind him, her lips slightly hooked, "The person who killed one sword to become a Zen monk is me, Yinchuan Butterfly Lord."