C1023 The Embroidery Pillow.
Hearing Du Shaofu's words, Han Yu's handsome face gradually became gloomy. He looked at Du Shaofu with a cold gaze.
Looking at Han Yu, Du Shaofu stepped into the void. His purple robe fluttered in the wind. In the depths of his clear eyes, there was a golden light that flickered with lightning. It was domineering.
The surrounding people looked at the two young men who were about the same age
