C109 Why Are You in Our Bed？！

Ling Ying controlled the sword to the north. In the midst of the blood-colored clouds, the blood color on his skin completely faded. He was completely pale.

Ling Ying liked to wear black and green, so when he looked from afar, he was only in black and white. It was as if the saint hand of Chinese painting had jumped down from beneath the painting, a person with sufficient care and meaning