But for the sake of their past friendship, he pointed out a clear path for Zhou ye. He asked Zhou ye to ask the owner of a 'handmade shop' in the upper Eastern District of the imperial capital to see if he was willing to help.
Luo zhiyu had rejected him, causing Zhou ye to be extremely disappointed. However, he had also given him an address.
"But it's also very strange." He sighed. no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the shop that Mr. Luo mentioned.
Perhaps it did not exist! But he didn't dare to say such words, but the disappointment was overflowing in his words, making him sigh repeatedly.
His situation was indeed terrible. A black aura gathered at the bottom of his eyes, causing his eyes to blink green. His complexion looked terrible.
Song qingxiao's gaze fell on the ground. The sunlight that shone into the room fell on him, but it seemed to be unable to get rid of the faint black aura on his body.
