In a black robe, ao'an is lonely and cold; in the setting sun, with three thousand ink hair, he spreads freely. Looking from afar, he sees that man is domineering and mysterious, like the God of that night. He stands there, and the night of the whole world is there.

Rong Jing stops abruptly and cannot help but be awed by the powerful aura emanating from this figure.

the heart, unconsciously puffing and puffing, is so nervous for the first time except in the face of lonely night white.

is this the night master?

However, xiaosilently was very calm, holding her mother's hand and whispering, "mother, this figure looks like...