C315 a cry that spoils the atmosphere

Yuan Chiying carried the porcupine and hummed a cheerful tune as he returned to the vicinity of the small stream with a complacent look on his face.

The scene in front of him was spring, causing blood to spurt out from his nose in an instant.

What did he see?

Her back was smooth like jade and her jet-black hair was long, flowing down onto the surface of the water. At this moment