The dream that night was very long, and Shen Shi, the chief demon hunter of the sect, thought of him again——
The wind in Lan Pavilion was so quiet, the mountains stretched far into the distance, and the water flowed into the sunset. He held the flowers and wanted to give them to the little demon in front of him.
The little demon raised his head, his eyes were weeping tears of blood, and his body was covered with blood drops caused by unstable spiritual power. He roared desperately,
Shen Xingmiao, it turns out that you have been lying to me!
Intention: Sincerity
