The way of heaven collapsed, and the prosperous family of the immortal cultivating family was destroyed.
Feng Yan struggled but still could not escape a word of death.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he would go back to ten years ago, thinking that he would have to go through the events of his previous life again, and he would just say "tired".
The younger brothers around him are more unreliable than the last, including assassinations, conspiracies, and dungeons.
He encountered all the things he had encountered before and things he had never encountered before.
And him!
The eldest disciple of Qiongcang Palace and the proud son of the emperor, Sheng Yan never thought that he would interact with him.
Sheng Yan was most afraid of talking to him. It was better not to speak. But when he spoke, he felt that Yao Zuo's mouth was poisonous and the person who spoke out would die.
However, until the end, the people around me died, walked away, and were injured, it was like a big dream.
Standing behind him, there was only him.
"Yaobo, the begonia flowers in Qingzhou's yard are almost dead. If you don't come back, I will uproot them."
Yao Zuo has liked his smile the most since he was a child. When he smiles, it feels like the sky is brightening.
But when we meet again, he has changed.
He no longer recognized himself, so he politely called me: "Yao Xianjun."
"Yeah." I didn't know what to say except for a pale reply.
We haven't seen each other for ten years, the spring breeze has not changed, and the old friends are still the same.
Intention: Talking about love and looking for the murderer