When Rong Jing and his party left from the backyard of Yaowang Valley, a red shadow appeared outside the yard. The enchanting red color was different from the surrounding ink green mountain, but it was not abrupt.

the flaming red clothes, like a little cinnabar, enter the landscape painting and make the whole world enchanting.

this man is like a demon, so is Qinchuan.

looking at Rong Jing's back, he started to sing and laugh at his lips. He fell down on the city, "quietly, it seems that I'm late."

who would have come to ask the king of medicine? Who knows, someone took a step first and even robbed...