On the same night, thousands of miles away from the capital, in the deep valley of medicine, white Mo Yi stood with the moon on his back, and his face was alienated, He drank tea and said, "who won the cup?"

white Mo Yi shaved a light on his face, and it was indeed a cup. "A friend." he didn't want to disclose it. He knew that Shifu always wanted to make himself the master of the world. "

Sun family shook his head and said," it seems that your friend offended someone, and that person hated him. "White Mo Yi frowned slightly and said," why, I don't understand. "...