Hearing Minghui's name, Xuanyuan Qingman seemed to understand something in an instant. She leaned forward and smelled it on Xiaoyang. A peculiar fragrance of a girl penetrated her nostrils.

Xuan Yuanqingman's face sank and looked at Xiaoyang: "It seems that you are not idle in Shenmingshan. The little girl in the Mirror Moon Palace has been taken down by you."

Xiao Yang looked at her and coughed awkwardly.'Neighbor, Qingman, I'm fighting against the gods and beasts. I must have a good relationship with Minghui. They have a pan of ancient mirrors on their hands. '

"Okay, you don't have to explain." Xuanyuan Qingman gave him a white look and interrupted...