The fallen leaves were caught by the slender wrists, and the gauze was as crystal-clear as snow in the sun. The tightly wrapped man rubbed the leaves in his hands, his exposed eyes were as silent and cold as stagnant water, and he rubbed the leaves The juice flowed out before it stopped, and he didn't care about the juice on his hands.

He took out a small porcelain vase from his bosom, put the light-condensed flowers that emerged from the stamens into the vase, and then walked away without disturbing anyone from the beginning to the end.

Until the leaf that fell on the ground was picked up, Yan Junxing looked at the tiny words on the leaf, and subconsciously squeezed his hands tightly.

The cultivator has sharp ears and eyes, and can detect even the smallest details. He can read the words written on it without any effort, but he can't let go of his heart.

【deep】

Only this one word.

The author has something to say: the third volume is open!

Feng Boss Fu Bao Chong Duck!

Let's see how many days I can last, get it on the first day!

感谢在2020-11-0223:48:27~2020-11-0420:55:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Xichu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Marrying Spirit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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