The peach blossom Forest is a rocky path, strewn with peach blossoms. The wind blows, and the peach blossoms dance gracefully, leaving freely in the face of Cangsheng's arrogance like enchanting grass in the forest.
He disregards others, and disregards them, with a touch of green as he walks straight into the peach blossom Forest, listening to these words, comforting him.
The arrogant man was startled, and when he came to his senses, all the peach blossoms flying in the air froze mid-flight. The chill on the petals glistened like the benefits of dew, with the tip of the Sword pointing to the center of freedom.
This surprise is no small matter; ultimately, it will frighten Sheng into a lifelong history. Sheng Zongliang arrogantly suddenly feels that the peach blossoms are like a sharp Sword, looking directly at him.
If his influence suffers slightly, this Sword is for Da Lang, then a thousand arrows will pierce his heart.
