Such friendship could not be repaid with material goods.
He could only repay it with his own blood.
" bai yan! "
A joyful voice came from behind Bai Yan.
At the instant Bai Yan turned her head over, she saw a woman dressed in a yellow long robe.
The woman's face was delicate and pretty, but it was like a peach flower, tender and lovely.
Her eyes were filled with a surprised smile, but her body was like a butterfly as she pounced over and directly pounced into Bai Yan's embrace.
Bai Yan, I really miss you, Yingluo.
Bai Yan's eyes softened as she lowered her eyes to look at Chu Yiyi, who had pounced into her arms.
"Why have you been in the sacred land recently? Where's Xiaoxiao?"
Chu Yiyi was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Bai Yan who was in front of her. She pursed her lips but did not say anything in the end.
