The fresh little poem fell into Han Yan's ears and also into the Moon Demon's ears who was busy preparing wine and dishes behind. The Moon Demon's hand trembled slightly, and she felt a bit weak all over.
Is this the human heroes?
With a wave of his hand, thirty million troops turned to ashes.
With a step, graceful and sublime.
A new poem truly refreshing to the core, this blend of grace and majesty, how can it not make the heart race?
Han Yan's gaze lightly swept over the obvious discomfort in the Moon Demon's back, and softly uttered three words: "Is this wine?"
"Haha, just reminding Moon Demon Fairy, for fear she might forget the wine..."
The Moon Demon's mind was in turmoil again, oh my, I did forget, where's the wine? It seemed to be in her heart, she felt she was already drunk, drunkenly confused...
Han Yan lifted the teacup, sighing lightly: "I finally understand why you dare to go to Jiangnan!"
Lin Xiaosu raised his teacup, suddenly stopped: "What do you mean?"
