C88 Mad Woman

Quiet Wind Pavilion, a beautiful woman, drunk on the Jianghu, wind, frost, snow, intoxicating heart and soul.

Ling Batian looked at the white shadow in the pavilion. His heart was in turmoil. She was the first person he had met in this world. She was his first friend.

"Mie, you … How did you get hurt? " It was hard for Ling Batian to believe that in this world