(3:00)

"whoosh ~" a sound of slashing the air, two figures moving rapidly under the shade of ancient trees, there is always a sigh between the figures, which is the regret of not meeting each other.

Mo Ran is still following Qin Yao's figure. It's the third day. In the third day, Mo ran didn't even touch Qin Yao's clothes, let alone catch up with her.

the purple Qi in the body is constantly consumed. When it comes to the critical moment, it's hard to see the white shadow that you're about to encounter. That light white shadow is always like the existence of nothingness, so far away.

"Hu ~,...