Ye Tian eyebrows a pick, the voice is still calm as usual: "do not understand."

Miyamoto smiled, and his calm face flashed a thick smile, as if it were just an illusion dream.

didn't answer. His right hand points to the void.

the cold running water of the ground. Shallow flow between the gravel on the ground, no infiltration under the ground.

the voice like the night wind, like the warm breath of lovers.

his palm is down, and the water is attached to his palm in a straight line, but only one drop is strange, just like dew.

the shape of his wings at the center of his eyebrows,...