"Brother, don't you think so?" Su Nan was still immersed in that amazing scene. She hurried to shout for Mo Zhengyan, in order to find a sense of identity.

However, Mo Zhengyan was silent, just looking at July of the Song Dynasty.

Song July also looked at the crowd, her eyes, in that silence, slowly and leisurely against him. Inexplicable, with a trace of fear, she did not know what is tense at the moment, she did not wear dresses, lace, white, she passed through countless times, this time just a layer of head veil, which is nothing, she told herself, but when she stood in front of a huge...