Coming people wear black robes, thin appearance, three feet of green beard under the Hubei, standing there seems to merge with the world, even if someone stands not far away, will actively ignore him, so that he can not be seen.

Even if Song Yan had taken a lot of Han Ling Dan, his mental strength was so strong that he could only feel his presence slightly around the other side, but could not lock his position.

This time, the other side joined his team, so that he could see his face clearly.

On the bed, Song Yan pretended to be sleeping soundly, but in his heart, he was wondering...