Bingyi doesn't care about his attitude. He reaches for his lapel and disappears on the path. Mei Shaoxuan feels the wind blowing in his ear. Looking down, they are flying in the clouds. They are shocked. Who is he? Seeing the wind dance tears on Bingyi's right side, the treatment is much better. Bingyi gently holds her waist and stands comfortably. Only he is carried like a chicken Damn, this insult must be taken back with profit in the future!

"don't mind, nephew Shaoxuan. He has no malice. The blue Dharma protector is not an ordinary person, so you can't use your Jianghu people's martial arts to get rid of...