Chapter 842 Yu Qing Song

On the North Bank of Yanyang City, a big tree rises from the ground in a quiet courtyard, like a huge umbrella cover, covering the area of twenty or thirty meters including the courtyard.

In the room, a young man was lying quietly on a wooden bed with his eyes closed and motionless. His handsome face was as white as paper. His white robes were stained with bloodstains, his palms were blurred and his sleeves were stained with blood spilled from his palms.

The man in white is Yu Mingjing.

On him, a palm gently brushed, five fingers slender, with a soft blue tinge Lingering...