We once crossed paths, yet never knew each other.
The Wang family in the capital has a third son who practices Taoism.
The old-school Quanxing sect has an old monster who has gone mad.
To Wang Ye, Song Yu is a silly girl with a screw loose.
He would sigh with a smile. "Sigh, without me, someone would have sold you off by now."
But Song Yu is also a killing machine that drinks blood.
"Stop! A-Yu, I said stop!"
Wang Ye watched with his own eyes as Song Yu pulled her hand from the Old Celestial Master's chest. Blood stained her hair.
She still smiled at him shyly and called his name.
"Wang Ye"
It's always better to arrive early (☆_☆)
Boss, I have a question, will this article and Huang Quan be updated again?