Chapter 605 asks about snow

three days later, Qinglong Hell.

It was dark and depressed, like a monster with a huge opening.

At this time, a huge figure suddenly appeared, a pair of huge wings waving, with a low wind breaking sound.

There are still two people standing on top of that magnificent road.

A young man, an old man. Yesterday was Ye Qingyun's eighteenth birthday.

Of course, if you add previous generations, Ye Qingyun is far beyond this age.

At the moment, he looks more mature and slender, with long black hair floating in the void, sharp light shining in the black eyes, and the whole space is slightly...