C815 Master Protector
Hanging Temple, octagonal platform.
Ying Xuan looked at Zhang Yang who was shrouded in a ball of mist, looked at his gloomy face, and looked at the pair of Dark Light eyes that were rolling up and down like a black hole. She was very happy, very happy.
Happiness of lingering reluctance, happy heart as a knife cut.
She finally understood and felt satisfied. So this man cared for her so much