C1170 Freshness in Haoyue

From such a distance, with a voice so soft that it could be heard, Qing Zhu was like a frightened little deer, hurriedly running back to where she came from.

"So comfortable!" Lying lazily on the deck chair, beside him was a wine jug. Compared to the sect's meticulous efforts, it was much better off as they walked on thin ice.

Right after the zither music ended