C420

Borrowing the moonlight, Ling Shuang swept his eyes across her surroundings. There was a map of mountains and rivers hanging on the snow-white wall, and the inscription on it was Yu Wen Yin's hand. Hanging on the side of the mountain and river diagram were all the various swords that Yu Wen Yin liked. The exquisite hilt of the sword was embedded with expensive jewelry