As soon as the words fell, the black robe slowly opened, revealing a beautiful and beautiful face. At first glance, the face knew that it was not old, but it had a mysterious deep sense. Only after many storms, people would have such a deep sense. It is Yuan Ye.

"you You are not... "

"am I dead? How disappointed? " Yuan Ye patted the dust on his body, not paying any attention to Bao's fame.

Bao Mingyang stares at the man in black below. Proud face slightly twisted and ferocious. The corners of the mouth twitch slightly. A wave of your hand. Immediately. The door around the hall was...