C329 Battle of mystical clouds(7)

Jun Qiran hugged Ye Changsheng tightly, and tears of despair dripped down one by one onto Ye Changsheng's tightly shut eyes.

Ye Changsheng was a silent person, and in this group, he was a little out of place. He liked to converse with plants and vegetation, and he liked to bring smiles and watch people make trouble.

He had always been a passer-by, but he was more sensitive than anyone else