Liyue Chenghuan

Wen Jin pointed his sword at my eyebrows. Perhaps he didn't dare to look at me, so he kept his eyes closed tightly and tilted his head to one side. "Xu Anli, you should beg Wen Jin quickly. If you open your mouth, maybe Wen Jin will not only ask his master to save your life, but also help you bury Xu Lianyue. How about it?" Amid the cruel smiles of the people around me, I knelt in front of Wen Jin and hugged the cold remains of my master. The master has died long ago, and I also felt heartbroken at the moment when the master died.