C22 The Lingyin Temple Was Attacked

Zhao Yun gently stroked Xia Mingyu's head. The brown fur looked like the fur of a feline, and people could not help but love it.

Eight-Tailed rolled his eyes and did not say anything else. They packed their things and went down the mountain.

The familiar Bugatti Veyron stopped at the foot of the mountain. The window rolled down. It was Sunn Yaxin. He was still wearing a big red jacket