The Xiang Liu in front of him was no longer the enemy who killed his mother. The alienation of a complete stranger made Yan Yuan uncomfortable. The memories from childhood are no longer very clear, but the person in front of me is indeed extremely vivid.
Before thinking about it, his hand had already grasped the shoulder of Xiang Liu in front of him and pushed him under the leafy tree.
In the shadow of the fushu flowers, Yan Yuan saw Xiang Liu slowly raise his head, his eyes were strangely colored, and he looked at him coldly.
Yan Yuan was shocked and let go of his hand. Xiang Liu's eyes were a sign...
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