"I'm not that good yet." Taking this step, Su Yini swayed and staggered.
She couldn't figure it out why the Qianye Sect, the leader of the Immortal Realm, could not tolerate a peaceful outer disciple like her. In full view of everyone, they rushed down the mountain to sweep the leaves. When the leaves on the southern mountain were all gone, they were released after everyone listened.
"Is it because I sang folk songs in the middle of the night?"
"That's because I put on a lot of rouge that day."
After ten years of being an undercover agent, it was so depressing to be reduced to this.
Looking back at the clouds on Qianxun Peak, Su Yini raised her eyes and smiled, her lower lip slightly hooked, her smile turned into a mystery.
"Hey, my grandson is teasing me."
The clouds are steaming, and the mist disperses and plots are plotted in the darkness.
A cloud fell from the sky above Fengxia.
"So, I am your grandson."
Yuheng Xingjun Danfeng raised his eyes lightly and looked at her with a smile.
A relaxed route, telling a fantasy undercover story. The heroine does not take the usual path. Daily updates are not guaranteed.