After staying in Xicheng for half a month, Beigong Yuehua's arm healed slowly, leaving a slight scar, "unfortunately, almost no trace left."

"it doesn't matter." Just on the arm, don't care, and, after a while, it should disappear! North Palace moon Hua freely waved his arms, much more comfortable.

"demon lord!" Merciful suddenly appeared in the inn, and

Beigong Yuehua looked at him, "what's the matter, what's the matter?"

mercifully, I went to him and whispered in his ear for a while. Dancing tears only saw that the face of Beigong Yuehua changed slightly, as if something bad had happened.

Beigong Yuehua looks at the dancing tears that pay attention...