Ye Jingyu, wearing a white robe and a black iron knife on his back, stood quietly on the top of the tallest building in the town. The tall and straight figure reflected on the moon. It seemed so grand and powerful, just like a unique swordsman waiting for his opponent

but ye Jingyu didn't seem to have the consciousness of a unique swordsman at all. He just stood there quietly, glancing at everything around him, listening to everything at night, but there was almost no other voice except the cricket and Toad

nangongshang, holding the God of tears, is riding on a horse. His cold eyes are also looking at...