C841 Yu qingge

Within the quiet courtyard on the northern bank of Yan Yang City, a large tree had risen from the ground. Like Pang Shuo's umbrella's cover, it covered an area of twenty to thirty meters, including the courtyard.

In the room, a young man was quietly lying on a wooden bed. His eyes were closed and he was motionless. His handsome face was as pale as paper. His white robe was stained with blood