On the shore of the lake, the battle still stands.

Biyao sat quietly on the huge rock, his eyes slightly worried, and he looked sadly at the young man who was kneeling in front of him.

The breeze passed gently, blowing her forehead silk, very beautiful, like a picture of the world, people can not bear to disturb.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Ye Dun suddenly opened his eyes, let Bayao's eyes suddenly freeze, stepped forward, mouth just opened, but did not know what to say, temporarily stunned in place.

Ye Dun turned around and saw that Biyao was silent and laughed: "In my memory, Biyao is a gold worshipper who...