"A Li, are you here?" Zhi Ming watched Murong Li in the pavilion wearing armor. He was still so beautiful in armor.
Murong Li, no, it's time to call him Murong Licai now. The look of obsession that Ling Zhiming had in the past could not be seen in his eyebrows, and his body even carried the smell of blood that Ling Zhiming was disgusted with. He approached Zhiming and said, "Your Majesty, come back with me!"
Intention: Start over