"So, the dark guard arranged by the summer desert wind played a role and just came out to save you?"

the clear voice suddenly sounded, and an elegant blue shadow came in from the open door.

"stronghold leader!" "Stronghold leader."

as soon as cook saw the visitor, he immediately stood upright, raised his drooping head, and was more respectful. Ye Ling also obediently took the black boots on the stool, standing in a slightly normal posture.

"are you back?"

Chu zhaoyue looks at Mo ran coming in with elegant demeanor. The anti-counterfeiting mark of quality assurance is still on his face. He came back only two and a half days...