Bai Yan stood among the crowd. With a swing of the knife in her hand, a person would be buried under her knife.
Ye yuche stared at Bai Yan's figure, his eyes flickering.
This girl's figure in his mind had gradually merged with a person.
Mu Qingcheng?
That was impossible. Mu Qingcheng was Yun Ruoxi. Their fortune-telling could not be wrong, so this girl could not be him!
Ye yuche shook his head hard and forced himself to throw these thoughts out of his mind. He didn't want to cause any more trouble with his breakthrough to true God.
In the sky.
Countless corpses fell to the ground, forming a mountain of corpses.
the fresh blood made bai yan's red robe look even more gorgeous. under this dark sky, it was the most vibrant color.
