C22 King Chen

It was night. Xia Yuyan, dressed in a white dress, was standing before the window in a daze.

Suddenly, he noticed that the wutong tree in front of the window was slightly moved. He had to think about the future urgently. The three silver needles in his hand had already shot out at the same time.

A man rolled down the tree.

After the person landed, he half knelt on the ground, "Mistress