C466 Black sky refining white jade mirror

The red light flew past the swing. There was no red light now, only a bright moon, with Ling Tianfei in the middle of the swing.

Holding his chin, he squatted on the swing. The swing moved up and down, and Ling Tianfei magically stuck on it. He didn't fall down, he still had a bottle of wine in his hands. As he drank, he gazed at the bright moon.

He looked up forty-five degrees