Ye Tian walked over, sat down and looked at the river.

"here we are."

"well."

ningyuantian didn't look back at yetian. The fishing rod was still motionless. His sideburns were a little flashy, which seemed to remind others that he was not old.

"how about jing'er

ningyuantian's tone is still so bland, as if he is talking about something ordinary in the world.

Ye Tian looks at a fishing rod beside him. It seems that it's specially reserved for him. Stand up, put the bait and throw it out.

"captured by the sky."

Ningyuan frowned a little: "sky shine? Tianzhao, the founder of the chrysanthemum society in Japan

"yes."

"I...