C71 Out of Control

At this time of night, the creaking sound of the door was a little strange.

Helian Qi tilted his head and looked up — some of the half-beast were very short. What he saw was a pair of patched gray cloth shoes, and a long black robe that was essential to enter Yun Xi Book House at night. A wisp of withered yellow hair fell to his shoulders, and his left cheek was covered in yellow wrinkles