C117 Daoist Priest Xuan Shi

Xia Mingyu was walking on the street without any destination. The Evil Soul was quiet for a while. He was still wearing the hoodie Chu Xuan had given him. After he put on the hat, his hair would not get wet.

No one knew when it stopped raining on his head. Xia Mingyu paused and looked up. There was a pure white umbrella covering him. He turned his head. He faced a young man he did not know