C1168 Deep in the Demonic Gate

Under the towering tree, dense branches extended outwards. A cool breeze blew past Zhao Sanjin's face, making him appear gentle and serene.

"Huhu. . . "

Zhao Sanjin gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. His somewhat thick and wild hand gently caressed Lin Qingqing's sleeping pretty face in his embrace. His originally tightly shut eyes suddenly opened