C158 Power of the Wisteria Whip

As the sun set in the west, the blood-red color of the west gradually faded.

As the lanterns lit up, the night was shrouded in a hazy glow.

Yi Xiaoqiao carefully put down his sleeves and looked up. The man in front of her was tall and slender, standing like a barrier in front of her. It was as if he could block all the evils in the world