C75 I Am Him He Is Me

A bewitching red light bloomed along the floor of the room. The green-robed man sat on a chair, his hands hanging to his side, looking extremely lonely. Sparrows' feathers were everywhere, as beautiful as his green robe. Liu Chuan laid lazily and tiredly on the blood-stained fox skin. He slowly raised his eyes and saw the Hundred Miles of Snow push open the door