There is an immortal on Yunmin Mountain who smiles and ignores nine thousand dust
Shit, Lin Min, who had returned from seizing the body, stepped on the skull. After all, he had been that immortal's senior brother in his previous life, and he knew better than anyone what kind of person that immortal was.
Will your immortals massacre the city? Does your immortal make flutes out of other people's bones? Does your immortal have a broken sleeve?
Still haven't heard of Jiu Qian Chen? Come on, he can't even smile.
The author's casual thoughts: This is my first novel. There are many things that are not well written, so please forgive me.
About cp: Yi Qing ※ Lin Min! Don't dismantle it or reverse it!