"Let it go, but don't drop it!"

After putting Xuanyuan halberd in the palm of Paeonia lactiflora, Yecheng walked slowly to the wooden door. His face was grim. As he stepped up the steps step by step, he was surrounded by a layer of enchanting flame, and the red tattoos and gold around him were dancing in the fire. The black hair of his head and waist was flying in the fire dance. The invisible majesty let Paeonia lactiflora tremble all over his body. There was an impulse to kneel in an instant.

Is this still human?

The shaken feeling of Paeonia lactiflora could not be said, but the next...