The mountain was swept by the wind, with a wisp of light fragrance, the sun just slightly exposed his head, a few people are waking up, the master is still practicing Taiji in the courtyard, everyone seems to have been used to getting up early, feeling the cool air in the mountain.

"I wonder if Shang Ye is awake Shangguan Yichen asked, thought and then said, "let's go and have a look." With that, Shangguan Yichen turns around, just facing Shangye's sharp cold light.

Qionghui's face is helpless. How can it be restored to this dead face? I haven't seen this face for a long time. In the past, even...