"It seems that you don't know Ye Zimo well enough, as long as he promises, he will never repent." Zhang Fengyi slowly approached Youle, looking for the opportunity to start.

Xia Yihan's face is a little red, his eyes are a little wet and he looks at the leaf ink, but the other side's eyes do not fall on him at all, as if his life and death have nothing to do with the other side.

"Come on, let's register now." Ye Zimo extended his hand to Youle with soft eyes.

Youle obsessively watched countless faces appear in his dream, slightly stretched out his hand and gently put it on...